Текст песни Трутні - Город мертвецов

The cry of heavenly lyre, the night is burning in the fire,
Ice vampire in a sleepy silence,
Black cinema, knee-deep blood,
Here long ago, love died.

The wings of Satan instead of clouds,
The wings of Satan, the depth of centuries,
On the teeth of wolves, - "the city of the dead"!

You buried your ax of war long ago,
But in the shower shit and the wings of Satan,
The call of heavenly lyres, an angel on horseback,
If you want peace, be ready for war!

The wings of Satan instead of clouds,
The wings of Satan, the depth of centuries,
On the teeth of wolves, - "the city of the dead"!