Текст песни Дмитрий Павленко - Линяльная

Twentieth rope went
We gave a desire from the wall
Handshot to go so awkward
And the little skisley boys
Avalanches are noisy
In Purga is not visible
Well, where the crest is long-awaited
What a long wall

Tent in shreds zhoro zero
Come on Antoha for gas
Left somewhere even pain
Not to her now
And the wind as the chain fell
Satan harvested in the face
Come on Antosha at the Waltz pace
I will not come to all of the Khan
Throw the rope, hell with her
Downstairs everything will be spoke not spas
We need to break out rather
From this black strip

For everything in the world there is a reward
Do not hear your own hearts
We are as rebels
On the ridge finally came out
And tomorrow we will be brothers
Although on the shocks but it will come
And into the long-awaited arms
To my beloved drop

And in the depths of your favorite eyes
I will drown now
We were lucky for this time
We retreated without loss