Текст песни Банда четырёх - Смерть в Июне

DEATH IN JUNE

Shadows are still open - for a long time indifferent fire.
Even the smoke will not reach to our region of the Earth
Wicked memory of the past left -bespolezno gift
To play excellently in the "sea figure stand still"
We got a long time to feel all
But leaving only an empty freedom to grow old.
And a wry grin twisted sky-face.
Death in June - sudden death.

And the miners live in the catacombs, an attempt to save himself.
The voluptuous delirium born the myth of spring.
All the roads are not to Rome but to the ever-stranger Wall - Street.
I yell at the top of his voice, and do not fly in a dream.
Fated morning calm anxiety cases.
It only remains only an empty freedom to grow old.
Impregnable abroad signified a possible limit.
Death in June - sudden death.

Who saw - he saw in his hand did not melt the snow.
And stone ground useless raindrops.
But the meandering creek trying to remember all the source
And forget all this vile word "impossible."
All drop Law. I hate this law,
Leaving only an empty freedom to grow old.
Curved space. Here, even the trees in the slope.
Death in June - sudden death.