Suddenly appeared
Penetrating the sea
And behind the glass trams sailed.
With the day, as with the world, in eternal quarrel.

Gone with the fire
Appeared with a sword
Not the light of night lights ...
Waited for the cricket to sing

Heading north
Big cities away
Russian clover does not grow in the ice,
About sins not committed by blindness.

Fright pays off
Declaring himself king
He is sweet, but there is a mark in my soul.

Gone with the fire
Appeared with a sword
Not the light of night lights ...
Waited for the cricket to sing

Gone with the fire
Appeared with a sword
Not the light of night lights ...
Waited for the cricket to sing