Текст песни Жека - Чёрный ворон

Bitter lot fell tails - hard path ,
confused by the wind spit astringent herbs
dark velvet of your eyes and lips whisper
I recall in distant camps.

And Kabatsky ringing guitar till dawn ,
yes I will not soon you'll have to sing,
kurlychut not outside the window Caesar ,
gathering in its sky fly .

Black crows sat on dead pine tree
and disturbs the silence of the sky , laughing ,
and under the laughter of crows
slowly smolders my life ,
slowly smolders my life .

Bitter lot of fog dragged ,
I look in the mists of your lost ,
only heard outside the window thrill wings ,
thought pigeon , crow me laugh.

Black crows sat on dead pine tree
and disturbs the silence of the sky , laughing ,
and under the laughter of crows
slowly smolders my life ,
slowly smolders my life .