Текст песни Whiskey Bar - Песня о семи повешенных

Song of the Seven Who Were Hanged

Early morning - the road in the fog
The head has a question: "Why does not light the lamp?"
I understand that there was only an hour, not everyone can
Someone in hell, but it just in heaven
Tanya finds the road to death itself
The snow under his feet, then winter came.

Escort them sorry, but
The sacrifice of Cain was not pleasing to God
Seven people were hanged
Work is work
And on the scaffold winds crow

It seems to be the culture: we all know the numbers seven and eight
But at night, carry people on Lisy Nos
Seven
prisoners, but no longer sit on the bench
Even-odd - the strongest rise single
raised one

Escort them sorry, but
The sacrifice of Cain was not pleasing to God
Seven people were hanged
Work is work
And on the scaffold winds crow

So people welcome the sun