Lyrics Абвиотура - Озноб

Under the shirt was the wind
Vila yes howled, answered
Who shone and was not bright
He is repainted and yes
The cold bitter brother of the oath
From behind his bosom wheezed
Ragging the edges of the patch curve
Although I did not dare, but still sang
Tight cinch
Drive on the road
Wahru in a circle
Strict to the prison
Language - potions ulcer
To uncles and scribes
But is it really necessary?
But can it be otherwise?
The guests dispersed along the huts
Who will understand without anger?
Live belly in the pogost
On the scaffold the bones break down
Watch-fire smoke with a yoke
Soul stew - do not flood
Distinctive thoughts wandered
Evil ash brow hall