Текст песни Влад Чёрный - ЧЁРНЫЕ СНЫ - стихи Глеба Ситько , музыка Влада Чёрного

I dreamed of night, in glasses of ice, on the fingers juice
Titanic sinking, crunch glass and female legs

And in the legs - God, that's from here a vanity
You will capture the shock by telegraph of the morning newspapers

In Bascervilcholl, the graph walks, grog harvest
And on the swamps there is a black wolf

This is rock - rock! Here are blood on gold teeth
It came out of your time, was not in vain was evening fear

In the apartment search, on verses - traces of boot
And in the early sky - airplanes east

Funks in the side launched a fiery wave
Try on, brother, white maskhalate, go home

I dreamed of night when all the power of evil
Beams fly in the moonlight, rushing numbers

Like a horn over the earth raised Satan
Brother, God with you, come out soon from the window!

I dreamed of night when it was destroyed by Sodom
On the bell tower of the angel of death beats the wing
On-on-on-on, on-on-on-on, on-on-on-on ...