Текст песни Айфо - Сцена моя пуста

Lost in the sounds of the mighty war
Dropping to the ground empty envelopes
Whispered almost inaudibly INTO then confused,
nedoponyatnoe someone

Let the birds comfort our souls justification.
We are only a memory, drawing on their faces.
Past the green door, past the happy story
We go with you and argue on lined pages
That does not see through a hearty appreciation
Month alternation, opalёnnye eyelashes

The lights are, neukklyuzhie clouds poured on my hands revelation.
I'm back in consciousness, I feel better, confident flick, without a drop of doubt
Suppose I am here I nenavsegda, my palms absorb odor.
There's a depth of their places, but my scene empty.

Let the birds comfort our souls justification.
We are only a memory, drawing on their faces
Past the green door, past the happy story
We go with you and argue on lined pages
That does not see through a hearty appreciation
Month alternation, opalёnnye eyelashes