Lyrics Сурков - Песня решившего стать святым

lead sorrowful from the south from the west
In bird beaks in claws are brought
The sun is captured.
stars are executed from the sky of the formidable

and lie in the dusty room
Stacks in the corners of skirting boards
And around neither disaster nor nest
neither rags nor piety

O O O O quit me, I also want to become a saint
O O O can be able to collect its nails in the palm of your hand
O O O to feel the void of unusual paintings
O O O I Screb with Altarei Hall Fire