Текст песни BO Burgesst - Последние дни Помпеи

My work is to collect peace by fragments,
How many cuts will be on my palms?
The sun settles in the fall in the fall,
Rusty recite.
And you can even love him, but only
Only today.

On the veins of rivers
Wind blade
Drips trenches.
Salzing Nervami
Deep old man
Let's describe how to delay
Rings Venota
On a thin neck.

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Heaven will shine yellow
In a dense night, ripening,
And a layer Tolstoy
Ways to fall on all sheets
In sight.
Shine like a volcano,
That exhales all sins,
Which we once melted.
Every night under the centuries dilapidated
I am watching the last days of Pompeii.