Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров - В день нашей казни

On the day of our execution, the executioner sleeps,
Don't you cry, everything is fine
You to the post, me to the bitch,
And hundreds of eyes and a sea of hands

Russian rock is burning with a star,
And instead of the sky, the ceiling,
Iced tea, stale bread
For us the rusty sun ray is not a light ...

I chose what I love

Above us the angels sing
They live among people
I met them, but did not recognize them,

Don't cry, everything is fine
We had a bag of happiness
And the wind was, and the clouds descended into the house

Russian rock is burning with a star,
Cherry juice flows through the veins
Iced tea, stale bread
For us the rusty sun ray is not a light ...