Lyrics Крематорий - Б е з к р ы л ь е в , к а к д ы м

Without wings like smoke
Any forms invented by a science fiction writer
Over the roofs of other people's houses
Paranoia flies.
And in the rustle of days
Nobody knows what's in it
The sun is shining in vain
The sun is burning in vain ...

And in the scent of roses
Drunken breath of wondrous strings
Gray-haired Don Juan, to spite everyone
Singing diferamba
Yellow grass
For which already
The sun is shining in vain
The sun is burning in vain ...

If summer goes by
Don't cry for him and don't run after the Sun
Don't kiss without love.
Why seek the living among the dead?
Do not believe me,
When I tell you:
"The sun is shining in vain,
The sun is burning in vain ... "