Lyrics Ростов - Dvanov

Ростов

Only youthful appearance
Made him related to youth
He didn’t want to refuse
It premature
Day was coming to end
While he was moving between
Rostov’s main road and
The border of straw
On his way from the warm sea
Towards the freezing gulf
He stared at industry and broken plains
At South-Eastern station
Carriages stretched to the north
In the vestibule natural organs howled
Someone laughed from the top shelf
Like a Red Army man
Someone laughed from the top shelf
Like a Red Army man
Packed grass caught on the axles
Packed grass caught on the axles
Square columns entwined at every station
They say nothing could be
Make out Further
The air is full of feathers
Stumps of the trees
Stand as a perfect sample of humility
Breaking the country, you hide
Its wreckage and its bones