Текст песни Зимовье Зверей - Тюрьмы

The city is tired,
The city has cooled
The city fell into forgetting.
Essentials are your wind.
What ahead is all yours.
And ahead - as always, kilometers
Roads.
City at the foot
breathe ...

See how I choke without time,
Trying to forget everything that was before us with you?
You hear how I say goodbye to the trees,
Trying to understand where in foliage the state of rest?

But the wind breaks off the patch bills from the walls,
The wind knocks all the points of reference truth.
We managed to combine our dials,
But the shooters do not come together in the most important place ...

In urban ships -
Only empty trims,
On a distant land -
Only cellars, ration and lattice ...
What can I give? -
Only prisons, prisons, prisons, prisons ...
No more me
Nothing nothing for soul!

So, learn Babylonian.
Learn the Babylonian.
Better learn Babylonian
Learn Babylonian -

This language is helpful to us other affiliation.
Faries of Borzov have already learned the trail of spring.
I do not need anyone until the morning -
In this my and your forever saving.

The night extends the light, the horizon straightens the waves,
Seagulls across the sky scattered as leaflets.
Our moon is destined to exorply in full,
But hardly we are both will return to some sources.

In urban ships -
Bad luck and adventures.
On distant land -
Snowfalls, qing and grills ...
What can I give? -
Only prisons, prisons, prisons, prisons ...
There is no longer anything for my soul.