Текст песни Обрывки снов - ОС

Scraps of thousands of dreams
Scraps of hundreds of poems
Notes Memory back
Lodge word blood
Again and again in the night
Reading glare candles
Gone hours of darkness
And with them I to dew

Morning sleep clocks
Lodge like a moment, Pain and cry
Scraps of Dreams, fill motive
Zorvutsya lights up with them, I dew .....

Where are you, my Boh defining dogma?
Who are you, my Boh create a form?
Where are those who need to see the roots in the faith?
In urno, he had his mature.

You ruined the dream, in Pan's Labyrinth
I will stay in it, then your fun
And the fact that life is just DOGMA
On a gray mass, I would have pulled the dog