Гранатовый Сок [Granatoviy sok] [English translation]
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2024-11-26 03:00:53
Гранатовый Сок [Granatoviy sok] [English translation]
We're from death and glory
On the verge
The echo of battle is knocking at the right
Well here, now and in the left temple
It suddenly appears and beckons
In the new eyes
And probably won't become soon
Yeah, this is my first fear.
The fire flickers
On the torn lips
Naked sparks is contacting with
Palm of the cold hands
The last breath of
Love in war
The fragments of grenades, losing soldiers
Pomegranate juice
Prediction in advance
Loyal news
Time is again spliting into two things that
There was, and is.
Dry drops sadly smolders
Ashes in the eyes
And weaker and weaker
My final fear
The fire flickers
On the torn lips
Naked sparks is contacting with
Palm of the cold hands
The last breath of
Love in war
The fragments of grenades, losing soldiers
Pomegranate juice
- Artist:ModeM