Текст песни Вячеслав Бондарь - Ворон

Am F
We won't make it until midnight
Dm E
The wind whistles like a squall
On such a day to break down with help,
The steering wheel burns his hands.
They cut the sky with a searchlight
Black crosses everywhere
We burn in this ashes
And the navigator asks for heights.

Chorus:
Am F
Black Raven,
Dm E
We will become yours
Forage, raven
Death eternal servant

Our pilot was a devil
He did not think of dying.
The black lash comes to our right,
But there is nothing to shoot with.
Roofing felts, really, roofing felts hate
It burns everyone who lives
But don't believe in the end
And the navigator repeats as a motive.

Chorus.