Текст песни Баррикады Строк - Разошёлся огонь по стенам

I sipped a little bit of poison -
Razoshёlsya fire on the walls.
Every act of ill-conceived drama
Leaves on the stroke of the veins.
Each whirlpool absorbs saucer
Crowded eye holes.
There remain in the province,
To destroy yourself.

Sun Sighted condemn me.
Night Blind - do not rummage soul.
Sunbathing dry grass,
Profanity dreams collapsed.
Quietly melt a second edge.
Silly chatter beheads song.
There remain in the province,
To become a hotbed of the disease.

Let warm hands until dark
Those who were in the know and share.
Still, I managed to open-
In the Hospital of the bondage.
Where entangled in idioms
Time aches, dropping numbers
Giving rise to its lack of will
The most violent nihilists.