Текст песни Метанойя - Водолазы облаков

The world was born and podkis,
While we were looking down,
In search of self sickly
On the verge of ...
Waiting for the light and heat
Amid the cigarette butts and glass,
Gossip fingering
In a glass ...

This had nothing to cover -
Was just being,
Who knows and beamed -
A handful of ashes ...
Who cling gaff kudos -
The churchyard in perechёt,
From namolennye mirrors -
In wind noise.

Divers clouds
Have left no umbrellas.
Again tears at the threshold
In the evening.
Masters of Silence
They do not want another war.
Only a couple of lines gunpowder -
And meeting ...

Young seeds
Gold stirrups ...
And once again to the bottom,
Take away.
Disposable face
Absurdity end,
Netherbloom yes silence
Burned us ...

11.06.09