Текст песни Тени на площади - Незрячий

Through Square
towards north
I'm going to touch on race,
I tell people stories,
as the Virgin Mary became queen,
How to burn with a hot iron
Russian will captive Turkish,
head bent, his hands clenched,
torn strips between the blades ...

Snow pushes the leaves to the road
He is dying of boredom bear in a den,
I hold on to your shoulders,
ringing in the pockets of shabby little thing.
Father gave us the king to be devoured,
holy holiday - call Candlemas,
Tables are covered, drunk people
fells, the river is flowing wine.

Through the Crimea, through the Tartar Steppe
Staley sulfur smoke to the north,
long rivers upstream -
 - Empty the Volga - to go into oblivion.
And at this time in the woods Belozerskih
wash your knees in the cells close,
wandering monks forgotten trails
cry for us before God.