Текст: Nina Nastasia. The Blackened Air. Run, All You....

Run, all you big dogs
Chase me round the green grass
Burn all your little houses
Down to their shadows
In howling flames
For nights we stared
Biting at the blackened air

Quiet, all you smoke dogs
Snarling at the willows
Fighting in the leaves
Tearing at the hollows
Of little dead dogs