Текст песни ОдинА - За дверью

On foot on the snowdrifts
From God to the coffin,
On foot on the snowdrifts
Gorge not burn ...
There is not much,
There is not much
To doors oak,
Get your home ...

And behind the door soup yes porridge,
And behind the door is moonshine,
And our conscience is our
And outside the door house.

Face against wind
On white light
Face against wind
And how else to be ...
To meet dawn
With the key for the answer
It remains only only
Door hand over ...

And behind the door soup yes porridge,
And behind the door is moonshine,
And our conscience is our
And outside the door house.