Текст песни Черный кофе - Белый ветер

Celebrate the evening as long as it's not too late to touch your lips
But the minute is already running out, the outcome is finally clear
On an empty frosty road past a graveyard in a dark field
Against his strength and will, someone is the first to step after midnight

The air will tremble alarmingly and an outpost will appear in the distance
All you want as long as you can every beggar is rich once
But there will be an outpost in the distance, be a vagrant or a hero
Made a shroud with one cover to cover everyone with a crimson sunset

Tomorrow the white wind will wake the earth
Tomorrow will overturn the firmament
Tomorrow the doors will fall off their hinges at once
The prophet will descend to earth

Celebrate the evening as long as you touch your lips, throw coins
But the minute is already running out the memorial is preparing the infusion
We are leaving we sink into oblivion after us fatigue rejoices
The pity of this life is haughtily simple after us

Tomorrow the white wind will wake the earth
Tomorrow will overturn the firmament
Tomorrow the doors will fall off their hinges at once
The prophet will descend to earth