Текст песни Трутні - Город мертвецов

Call of heavenly lir, night burns on fire,
Ice vampire in sleepy silence,
Black cinema, knee blood,
Lovely love has long died here.

Wings of Satan instead of clouds,
Wings of Satan, depth of centuries,
On the teeth of wolves, "the city of the Dead"!

You buried my ax of war for a long time,
But in the shit shit and the wings of Satan,
Call of heavenly lir, an angel on horseback,
If you want the world, they are ready for war!

Wings of Satan instead of clouds,
Wings of Satan, depth of centuries,
On the teeth of wolves, "the city of the Dead"!