Lyrics АПОЛИТИЧНОЕ РАЗЛОЖЕНИЕ - Женщина В Белом

A woman in white
...

salt on the head, wind for wounds
The devil knows, everything is funny for me
Sad drops knock on the windows
four died, but someone did not die
more

Hello at home, goodbye on the road
And between the words one expectation
torture and games, devil, God
crocodiles and tigers, apartments and coffins

wait for a woman in white

She wanders along a burning road
lonely burning with white fire
burning in an instant and tearful farewell
thick void or languid silence

wait for a woman in white