Текст песни Илья Чёрт - нет вестей с небес

No tidings from heaven, yes in my glass
Vodka, life pain, but a scar on the heart.
How much more to carry chipped, unexpected
I can, as long as I don’t sell my soul.

If you hear this song, friend,
Silently knock fifty over with me.
Taking a ticket from the station to the final,
Spend the whole life with you on trains.

Fuck that spring, fuck this sky
If a wolf howl breaks inside
And knocking on the chest, slamming the door,
Don't wait for fellow travelers to the abyss on the road.

And in my window people and cars
And which of them is who - the dog will take them apart.
Living blood married with oil in them,
Yes, all the fate of their fool carries ice in his heart.

Do not grieve bro, do not grieve sister
What a joy the fire in us burned out.
We shine the stars shine brighter than the sun,
All that I ask, nobody dared to take.

Holds us trap by foot loop
And nowhere to fly, they are not waiting for us anywhere ...
Singing our wolf songs among dogs,
Where from heaven they will never come for us.