Текст песни Алексей Матов - Кто-то в черном

I comb my thoughts
Heal my wounds
Icy hands
Yes, the water from the tap
Put honey Braga
Wait for a visit with gifts
Rest in the crude mother
Put my bones

Someone in the black, we played the trumpet
You're my sister, so I just take you?

You go without touching
I followed behind you
littered with ashes on
on the snow-covered
By colored windows
the overgrown mounds
Are you in the eyes with pure truth
I am with a knife and a pistol

Someone in the black, we played the trumpet
You're my sister, so I just take you?

So do the hair of my thoughts
Heal my wounds
Buried, but away
Where I will not get
Where I did not catch up
Where I do not know
Where is the native
Where the hell did not toil

Someone in the black, we played the trumpet
You're my sister, so I just take you?