Текст песни Сруб - В ту ночь звонили колокола

That night the bells rang
Purple twilight of tart wine
Crosses buried in the fog until the morning
On the black road alone

He walked past the shutters of the rebel claws
Fences of toothy cold peak
He sang songs to the wind, leaps of toads
On the black puddles, his own shouting

Villages without
Children and Crosses
Grave silence of flowers
Doubt weight
Laughter from the bushes
Farewell emptiness of words.

Innocent wine
Guilty Fire