Текст песни Никита Сковин - Летучие оковы

I will learn someday to fly,
Let at least this is not possible.
As long as I can get away
You, of course, everything is possible.

My shackles rooted to the ground,
And the wings suddenly rush out.
Those hands that were torn to you,
It takes away the frost on the cold.

That winter, which was a favorite,
Suddenly became useless to anyone ...
You spend it with his hand playful
On his favorite "cat" ...

He is still the same gentle and sweet,
And purred he will nonchalantly ...
Not since he already beat you,
I will not have it with you forever ...

He was dying every moment, every hour,
Every day, he wanted to stay.
Together with you, he wanted to see us,
And then he began to decompose ...

If only the cat might wake up
And back to a year ago,
He would not ever gave stir
That love that drew us in Hell ...

We burn on one pan,
A coal kindles love.
This love was in that boat,
What is boiling from the heat of all the blood ...