Текст песни Ляпис Трубецкой - Месяц

As a child, waiting for darkness ,
Is an exhilarating sense.
Led the Indian company
In the dark forest kaykavsky .

Looked into a deep well :
There lived a wingless angel.
Sought magician , and where is he?
Wanted for a month took .

Month , my brother !
My month !
Month , my brother !
My month !

Hiding in the beautiful aspen ,
Grandpa was looking with a whip .
Bridging the north clock
To surrender to the night in captivity.

My faith - Fall ,
Sun - only in my dreams .
My Archangels - eight
Fly like a bird on the roof.

Month , my brother !
My month !
Month , my brother !
My month !