Текст песни Абвиотура - Белицы

The wind in the clouds in the heap has gone
Recolored faces
Branches tightly plaited in braids
The dust blew away
The evening weeps on the shoulder
Crypts the bird of prey
Burns on the candle
Wax of viscous tears

The scarlet heat in the fields
The Sun Rides
Evil squint in half
Broken eyebrow
Joy in the Scorched Eyes
Splashing on the bottom
Kohl thunder in the chest thunderstorm
Yes, blood plays

The sun shone a month
Paled and disappeared
Breath on exhalation changed
Taya on the side
I'll go out in the morning to hops
I will shift the hat
I'm going to list ten words
In the song bake