Текст песни Заруба - Дети темноты

Yard, darkness,
Guitar and bench.
Each apartment
As little family bunks.
A bright moon visible in the sky,
And when we break the silence here.

After all, we are children of twilight,
We are the children of darkness.
And we sing along with a yard cats.
And someone shouts from the heights that we cattle.
But we drummed, we are the children of darkness.

The guitar does not cease for a moment,
Alcohol navёl mind confusion.
Wind stirs the crowns of trees,
Beer and cigarette vaporizes-like cartridges.

After all, we are children of twilight,
We are the children of darkness.
And we sing along with a yard cats.
And someone shouts from the heights that we cattle.
But we drummed, we are the children of darkness.

Conversations
That somewhere collapsed bridge.
Conversations
As we are satisfied with our country.
And by itself toast arises.
For a guy who recently got into operation.