Текст песни Фёдоров и Крузенштерн - Больше, чем осталось

(text: Dmitry Avaliani, Dmitry Ozersky)

The more painful it is, the more painful it is:
I hardly thought how I took the yawn.
On the street and the air, like a swamp,
only there is no one to call a holy fool, vale.

And there is a way "no me" to say,
maybe a song of emptiness emanates grace.
Vessels communicate, but who
fill the empty coat?

Here
Lanterns sing
The city speaks
About my star
More than
More than

I decide if the solar lava
all flooded - and niches, and enclaves?
I'm so used to being bumped around the crib,
not stopping, dancing for sogreva.

Here...

I cried out sorrow, I clipped her cloak
I gave her a strict payment instead of a cloak.
Let the apple tree he flame,
The high forehead floats lightly through the abyss.

Here
Lanterns sing
The city speaks
About my star
More than
More than