Текст песни Nikita Venkov - Брошенный город

The lashes of the road, like bodies in bed, we weaved into a fabulous pattern,
And like grenades, the stars burst brightly into their night watch.
I rode in a van along the broken windows of abandoned houses.
And the sky with a red eye looked around the city of blown up bridges.

The letter got wet and the wind rattled the paper in black wires,
And the bright angel threw the spiers, like a poet who forgot words.
The moon burned yellow, like a yolk crawling from a wall.
And this fall, your snowdrop will throw off its last petal.

I am thrown into the sea like a bottle and a note asking to save us,
And oddly enough, only twice a day sentinel at six.
I'm a plane crashing into the sky and crashed somewhere in the clouds
And on the wall in an empty apartment is your portrait, written in verse.