Текст песни Феофан Мухин - Пыльное небо

That place where they are devouring fire
That place where we regret ourselves
We spread terrible stench
Sorry yourself, no one is love
Dusty sky
I'm glad to you
Head in ash
Soul to mortgage
The ash will tighten the shoots
Balamutyat soul years
Do not stick against nature
And again water water
Dusting sky i'm glad you
Head in ash, soul in mortgage
Body in Bushlat, oh how I'm glad you
I will reptile, I will reptile, I will ...
I'm sick, I'm sick, and you are far
You are moving, moving to me not easy
I am sick, who is weaker
My yellow camera will be amber
Further and deeper, and you look around
Your friend does not fall down
And someone else flies out the window
All the same, and he is all one
Dusting sky i'm glad you
Dust sky yes how much else
Milk scores and goes the sunset
To whom to paradise, to ad, at hell, at random
I will reptile, I will reptile, I will reptile ...
... dusty sky ...