Текст песни zнамя юности - Разлука

PARTING

The city trembles in anticipation of winter,
The dog is looking at the conflagration, which would lie down.
Wet platform simulates the word "we."
Time sword - the illusion of shoulders.

I buckshot, I grapeshot, buckshot I ...
 
The city is sinking in a transparent dust rain.
I, as a child, trying to close a leak.
When you overtake them, try and help me.
Time sword - the illusion of shoulders.

I buckshot, I grapeshot, buckshot I ...
 
Will bursting at the seams lonely days.
Maple prophesied to me a heap of new meetings.
Three Queen will sit down at the table with me.
Time sword - the illusion of shoulders.

I buckshot, I grapeshot, buckshot I ...

I wrote a novel about the love of me,
To feed their hungry winter stove.
At night I dream of disturbing dance of bees.
Time sword - his head from his shoulders ...