Сруб - Явлены - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do not breathe, if inhalation is pain. With a smoke without windows, the house is filled. A kind heart will pour evil. The wind silently brings fire, the horse on the old horse pale. The darkness of the votes suddenly merges into the choir, in each ravine the moves of their nu. The circle is full moon and black boron. Morning will judge: where there was, and where is nonsense. Are we revealed or remained a dream? Do we know what will come later? Do you think he will not hear us? Night and clock and blizzard and howl. Do you feel tears that pour from your eyes? Do you hear the laughter of those who came for you?