Текст песни Крамола - Бедный месяц

A pale cloudy month
Waiting for me to sadly downcast horns
Poor, you, like me, lonely, hang yourself
You are trying to squeeze out the sadness of the word.
The stars around like rusty nails
They crucified the sky with a soulless hand.
By past faith overripe clusters
They became poison in the blood of fatal.
Come on horned! You and I are brothers!
How many times have you heard the surf together?
What do we blow of fate? What are the curses?
Time will wash us away by a heavenly wave ...