Гриша Шорь feat. REPARANT The scythe swung.

In the morning, the winds woke up and blew away the funny felt hats

The snow covered the will, and the ghostly sigh escaped from her chest

The shadow of transparent promises and the moments of sweet partings

The soul was opened by the mist, and the steep banks were revealed

We build walls with someone's will and splash foam with someone's stench

As soon as we saw the sun through the window, we immediately extinguished it

We cursed someone's thoughts and galloped away with the dawn

My dog is barking at me more and more in my heart

The scythe is swinging, and the head is rolling

No one can help, and no one can stop the march of effort

All the vows and cries are in the slaughterhouse

All the strength is in the graveyard of memories

There's no one to blame for the mistakes of others

How can I bury you, my dear brother?

The enemies laugh at us, and the leaves swirl in a хоровод

While you were floating in a heavy zinc coffin, a lot of water had flowed away

The scythe swung, and the head fell off