Текст песни Черный кофе - Волкодав

Bonfires and battles
Tears, prayers
Leads the human race
Your bitter hike.
But in soil and air
Shards and echoes
The Grizzly Times
And the blood of those tribes.

The dawn of the sober sober sober,
And in her there is a belief of wild herbs.
For a beast monster, life has long been
His wolfhound, his wolfhound on the beast.

Winds and thunderstorms
Poems and prose
Earth has gained infusion
Today’s own.
But in every movement,
For every birth
Hiding the distance of centuries
And the cold fangs.
––––
Our eyes are clear
And the eyes are beautiful
And there deep down
My mirages.
Saints and barbarians,
By truth and truth -
Creates the human race
Your current vault.

entry May 8, 2014

music: Dmitry Varshavsky
poems: Alexander Shaganov