Текст песни Девятый Вал - 06 - Без Тебя

On zastuzhennoy earth, when he was drunk, smoke, ash
Our shadows harness and bonfires.
Do not forget, do not cross out my path crosses the winter, Such is the rules of the game.
 Wind wiped my face to the bone,
Your blood on the sleeve - do not wash with water ...
 Without you fly away - choking the sky,
Today my grief pour to the brim,
 Without you the sky - an empty fiction,
 Where one alarm,
I drink to the bottom of the road dust ...
All pushed at the door, at one of two churches,
 And a beggar all shouted,
That way, they say, agreed that their desires come true, spat in the snow and in the same moment was gone.
Do not find me rest,
Your blood on the sleeve - tablecloth alarm ...
 Without you fly away - choking the sky,
Today my grief pour to the brim,
 Without you the sky - an empty fiction,
Where one alarm,
I drink to the bottom of the road dust ...