Текст песни 27-ой километр - В омуте окон

I still waters unsafe windows
I catch your eyes , filled with nothing ,
But not quite
The catch is successful - Red
Circles there is not, and why?

Muffled sound of my friend
Borer bitumen.
And the fear of the sun shows .
Its rays
He seems to be killed.
But the mirage
Snow guard in my poems .

And because I thought softness
Drop by drop dripping with elastic niches
Then, to become a
Face full moon
Night of the earth ,
When zashepchet quiet .

( Alexander Frolov )