Текст песни Nazgul Band - Соль и пепел

Black grapes, sweet poison, flowing down your lips
White dream, I will dream that I'm in love again
The crossing is complete, the gate has opened, who will meet me there
Only ashes rustling down my feet

How many turns does a snake need to become an owl
How many deaths do you need to be yourself
How many moons will pass since you return to me
Only ashes rustling down my feet

Better a blood sister in bed
Than a sister in bed in blood
Better are the night stars peddling
Than knee-deep in love
Flowers don't wither on our graves
You can't believe your eyes
Only ashes rustling down my feet

In silver, vodka will freeze and become just water
In September, the leaf will fall and the girl will become a widow
Black grapes, sweet poison, flowing down your lips
Only ash rustles down my feet