Singer: DDT

We have nothing left, but there is something to convey.

Autumn. What will happen to us tomorrow?

And my philosophy resonates with pain!

It doesn't matter if she lost her way.

I did not find support there, I was seasick.

When you are free, you cannot be killed.

New life is fled, and spring Creek,
A new life was spread across the stalls at railway stations.
New life will sit down, keep quiet about anything.

Two dreams, sorrow glass
We, rising, drank to the bottom.
I don't know why you're being given.
I ruled the road, the moon.

The cries of seagulls on a white wall
Ringed black moon.
Draw something on the window
And whisper at parting the river.

The cries of seagulls on a white wall
Ringed black moon.
Draw something on the window
And whisper at parting the river.

With us the Memory of sitting at the table
And in her hand a candle flame.
You're such a good was.
Look at me, talk to me.

Pale leaves the window
Overgrown clear water.
Water has no death, no bottom.
I bid you farewell.

From under the black shirts torn red rooster
From under the good kings flows in their mouths marmalade.

For gullible bastards,
Well, to us - tra-La-La-La...