Текст песни Ploho - Тот, кто гасит свет

We pass to "you"
Looking out of the dark
On each other, and you
You draw a pattern around us
In the form of a white circle, alas
It is arranged that we are slaves
They have fewer outcomes
Heroes of rumpled newspapers
Those who turn out the lights

Heading for my house
There will be a knock on the door, and then
Take what they want and lock
Mark all doors with fire
Heads are considered a sword
And none of them have anything to do with it.
Will give a last tip
One who dims the light