Текст песни Черный Юмор - Сумерки богов

Where the grass is greener
the rustle of the water
Barely audible brook.

The quiet song fields
We always enter
And we stay - here is our home.

The wind fell asleep, lost in the trees.
Whispers in the night and the distant surf.
A quiet song, like the breath of an ancient planet,
A small space that you carry with you.

Twilight of the Gods angry
How to understand it
It's all dead and the war.

There are no paintings or poems
There is no one to write,
Only a heavy silence.

Can not the war under the warm air.
Only full blood flow carefree.
Exploding space, smoky evil fiction.
Mad smile you grinning God.

Scatter the evil crows!
Milk spill Star Trek!
You are in all the four directions
Develop a Twilight of the Gods!
Like a black cloud covered
The most bitter fire every soul.

Where the grass is greener
the rustle of the water
Barely audible brook.

The quiet song fields
We always enter
And we stay - here is our home.