Текст песни Брусника - Чёрный лес

Your soul is a black forest!
Where birds do not fly
And at night only wanders a lone wolf.
There the angels do not bother, and the fallen cry,
Praying for their Mr. Mr. Most High Sour!
So go, pray!
Well, what are you standing?!
Cry?
And behind the back the smirk is hiding.
Do you think there is no one except you in vain?
The crowd is better to tell
How in IL spin millions of people and fate
Who do not get out of there ...
Never.
Would say the past "you",
What is the trouble, a womb, catastrophe!
But no. All the same.
And inside a black forest,
In which there is no heaven,
Where is the former "you" forever disappeared!