Текст песни Ворон - А на войне...

And in the war of yesterday's feelings, a battle subsides,
All the quieter and explosion of shells.
Peace reigns in my desert
And the signs on the sands of sunset appear.

Your number is silent, and the beeps tear the silence.
The wind cried on the branches of dried garden.
On the pedestal with you, we entered the war
And we ourselves die in the agony of our own hell.

Leaving the ground, we build locks in the clouds,
Looking for reasons, we break off the threads of the investigations.
Longing spreads under thin skin,
Stiring the colors of incomprehensible correspondences.

In broken windows shadows of the before lasting,
On the lanterns, fragments of phrases and stains of words.
And the cornice crumbles under the feet
And patiently awaits the abyss of his catch ...

On the barricades of ghostly hopes
We build a bastion on the wreckage of happiness.
Fate mockery breaks out in an instant gap
In its walls, and in the creak of the heart, a groan is heard ..

Blood has dried up, and the salt of the rumor does not cut the wounds.
A tired look was entrusted with a network of a sky.
In captivity at old feelings I go to the enemy camp ...
"Let's go home dear ... Soon the sunrise ..."