Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Путь к закрытым городам

Dancing with a tambourine on the tables,
All that is left to us
Inverted joy
Dust on stone legs.

Pulls in new places
Overclocking your fatigue.
The coming age
Spinning finger to his temple.

Oh, dashing trains
Zaplutali road.
These stone gods -
Path to the closing of the city.

Do not fake shout
Wind winds on the palm.
You went from that pursuit,
You lucky again.

And there are bits in words
In her throat, heart joy.
All that is left to us
Knock the runes on the stones.

Oh, dashing trains
Neobitye thresholds.
These stone gods -
Path to the closing of the city.