Текст песни Алина Волнами - Синяки

At the ball dance gray days,
In the realm ruled by frozen views.
But one can see the bruises,
That hide the colored outfits.

Bruises on the hearts, souls on -
Only pieces of broken Universes
We absorb unnecessary,
Of the list of someone's prisoners.

Vozhdeleya them secretly there,
As the bomb on the house, like a bullet.
To find out how biting passion
As June is flirting with July.

Beelzebub like tickles consciousness
As zvereet fire in the water,
How is born from the recognition
Bruises on pomerkshem you.

Bruises our - the color of the universe.
Curtain pain there.
Somewhere Brahms playing in the veins,
The light comes on in the eyes ...

22:46.
08.18.16.