Текст песни Марк Тишман - Иллюзии

I come rain,
Dark night, cold day.
I appear in mist,
Wind salted with sea-oceans.
I arrive with fire,
I come anguish about it,
To console you
And give false hopes.

And we extend a hand toward
This insane illusion of eternal,
We draw separation
Still looking for it in every breath and sound.
Stretching his arms forward
This insane illusion of eternal,
We draw separation
Still looking for it in every breath and sound.

I'm going out the window:
All the doors are closed it for a long time.
I disappear deception
All the same salty wind from the sea, the oceans.
I'm not your lover,
I'm not your hero, I'm not a cowboy:
I am a loyal your comforter.
Push all the curtains and light stew!

And we extend a hand toward
This insane illusion of eternal,
We draw separation
Still looking for it in every breath and sound.

Without asking why,
You fall asleep on my shoulder ...
Why, why, why, why?

Stretching his arms forward
This insane illusion of eternal,
We draw separation
Still looking for it in every breath and sound.
Stretching his arms forward
This insane illusion of eternal,
We draw separation
Still looking for it in every breath and sound.