Текст песни Ключи к Декабрю - Июль

Nervously smoking chilled July
Zapletal pattern wires
He raves about the summer storm
He, like me, a prisoner of his own dreams

The web of the numbers and days
Between the lines of the motives of others
He draws me to the temple of shadows
He does not know how close I am to them

Well, I'm in love for an hour
I chilled a lifetime
Pale bitter laughter on my lips
Bright sweet words mirages

This is a strong infusion of my dreams:
It 2 life and dreams 0.5
I wander in the desert worlds
And I am looking for a numbered "you"

My frozen in July, my executioner
He finished his sad look in his eyes
Warm hands, wrapped in a cloak
He leaves. I'll go after him.