Прогноз (Prognoz)
Molchat Doma
Forecast (Prognoz)
My house was wrapped in the doubts of others
And the imitation of victories
The moon is just a mirror for them
That no longer reflects light
The last dream in the sky near our stars
And copper glints among bright clouds
Unintentional glances, a slight sick overdose
The immortal wind will change our forecast
We got lost, it happened in a moment
An uneasy parasite settled inside
We got seasick, and it withstood the pressure
The moon won't give us any more space for two
The last dream in the sky near our stars
And copper glints among bright clouds
Unintentional glances, a slight sick overdose
The immortal wind will change our forecast
The last dream in the sky near our stars
And copper glints among bright clouds
Unintentional glances, a slight sick overdose
The immortal wind will change our forecast
