Текст песни Nautilus Pompilius - Отход на Север

black on white everything gets tough
everything becomes flat like tin
everything gets harsh and turns into trouble
every new gesture scares me
it's time to go north

I was born to be calm for our dreams
and losing you I curse myself
for the fact that since childhood I was not used to being with you on you
I am the illegitimate son of October

go go i will have time
i will say goodbye to fire
what a pity that i can't
neither think nor cry about him
it's time to go north

white on black blurs with oil
and does not fit within the canvas
my hands are slipping I can't hold back
the third order is heard "from the screw!"
it's time to go north

I don't want to leave anything for later
i want to shoot now
I'm ready to retreat from the heat north
but why does this sound like an order
retreat north