Текст песни Штаб-Квартира - Огонёк

Fire

The wind whips in the cold winter
The sun has long gone to rest
The world opens its blind eyes
But before them is emptiness
Snow masses of black water
An avalanche of fate rolls down from the sky
In the darkness, fires are made between the canals
In dull anticipation of the arrival of spring
Everything into fire
Everything into fire

Extinguished bonfire, scattered ash
The trail to where it has never been
Soaked mud lies on my face
And the pink smell is like in a dream
A wicked time evening passion
Heaps of garbage cans behind the collar of dirt
Broken windows holes in the forehead
Shit fits the face like that
All into fire
All into fire

The grass grows covering itself
What was buried on the SECOND October
Vesenka has come joy has come
Will cover our poplar house in peace
A new saint will warmly warm up
Warm roost everyone presses under him
Hiding crooked eyes under the heels
When battalions ask for fire
All into fire
All into fire

To burn brighter
So as not to go out

Eternity prepares a bloody flaw
Jealous Catholic cuts me

I turned around just like him
He turned around just like you
You turned around just like everyone else
Everyone turned around just like ...

New story to new people
A new tale for new children
New oven for wormy mushrooms
New chain for mad dogs
All into fire
All into fire

To burn brighter
So as not to go out

To burn brighter
So that it does not go out