Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Вереск безлюдных площадей

Heather of deserted areas
asphalt and glass
not to postpone his fate
do not overwrite your name

And the war on the porch whines
The windows of the eye sockets howl for forty days
In my city, roll the ball
Only Heather unpeopled squares - 2 times

Gray Sky Sheets
It's sweet to sleep under them in boots
Who was sent to death at night
Who came back with her left on his feet

And the war screams on the porch
Beats the Bash in the door
A rosy face in front of her
And around the corner, quietly rustling

Heather of deserted areas

Heather of deserted areas
Sleeves in the dust lie the words
Do not forget the blood road to the house
I'll knock the door with my shoulder and go into the woods

And the war rushes on the porch
No, it will not save its bones
She remains ash and ash

Yes, the heath of deserted areas