Текст песни Тюлень - Зов Тюленя

Overcharge your favorite, a little left,
This city has long been forgotten by God.
Here only left empty eyes
There is no drop of pleasant sleep here.
Nobody broke under the heart of the iron
Tight to the floor coat.
Cut the sky under the gloomy moon,
And so would like to be with you.

And rain every day, but it does not interfere
He only shoots to the heart shoots.
Fulfilled by fear and pain victories
Hanging a white month, he deples the dawn.
Frost on the skin wind will pass
And maybe winter will not begin.
On a gloomy background, alets sunrise
In a transparent smile, the mouth will grind.

And every morning only again a duel,
That boat careless was stranded.
This city is filled with fog and could,
Shoot your favorite, cartridge for the cartridge.