Текст песни Камеры Бабочек - Мотыльки

From the snow crept asphalt,
I again draw chalk.
Again, I look in the mirror,
And these white sheets.

Somewhere here spinning disk
And the gears of each other pushing.
Stones roll silently down -
It's time to flow down the mountains.

And silence, like a string
Breaks of careless breath.
Here, the wall crawling wall
Newspapers and windows sealed.

From concrete violets grow.
Draw a thin fingers together.
All watches are shamelessly lying
And odors in the air instead of sound.

So dark that are visible only dreams.
Feel look like creeps.
Any movements as important
Any words so insignificant.

And moths as lights,
Breathe darkness, eating silence,
Looking at the moon and wait for spring ...
And knocking at my temples.