на дне (Na Dne)
Molchat Doma
At the bottom
So the leaves dry on the trees
Nature's cycles - it's time
Cigarette smoke, coals on the filter
They slightly burned, then went out
Stripes in the sky - there higher, brighter
Sounds of tram tracks are heard
In my bottle it's left at the bottom
In my bottle
In my bottle it's left at the bottom
I finish everything - I'm going to you
In my bottle it's left at the bottom
I finish everything - I'm going to you
