Текст песни Константин Тарновский - Гроза

And the heart jumps out of the chest:
Come, message, come.
The strobes sparkle and move,
Today does not end.
Enough to get out of the gate
To get into this whirlpool.
You do not take courage and pride
But the rain is coming, - you do not have time
Say something, maybe the most important thing
About how on blue waves you die of thirst.
About how hard it is to walk without holding on to anything
Through the wind and the burnt when the connection is interrupted.
When you stand in a daze at the threshold.
There is a sign on the neck: “Do not touch with your hands”.
And from the south lingering rains are coming ...
Come, message, come.