Текст песни П.о.С.Т. - Ночная гостья

The oblique flow flies in the face
And the wind beats like a whip
Fate took me in the ring
Preparing for battle with death

I'm not afraid to hit the forehead
But death is not in vain laughing
Kohl brought with her a coffin
That will achieve its

She is cunning and cunning
This night's guest
Cool down before morning
Immovable bones

I'm not afraid to hit the forehead
But death is not in vain laughing
Kohl brought the coffin with her
That will achieve its

Where the edge of life is death
Where can I find an answer
Where is the boundary where the limit is
What awaits darkness or light

With his cold hand
She'll hit in the back.
And the eternal finds rest
I will leave this world