Текст песни 06 - Рвите розы

Rust roses until it's late
Not yet burst the discord MIG,
Until the baby heard thunder,
While the wind does not bother.

No one has yet felt pain,
And do not read the pages of books.
Rove roses while there is will,
While there is truth, please them.

Rove Roses! God is still sleeping,
Until he hears stons of spikes,
Rush them, do not break them
Do not remove spiny shackles from them.

Rust roses until it's late
Rove roses in a fine time.
And maybe in front of tears
Of which the seed falls.

From which roses will grow
Give them eternal peace -
Rust roses until it's late
So far, someone else threw them.

Adam Kesher.