Текст песни Поэт без усов - Вопль

Silent Scream,
Tear lip corners.
Remember me for
With a smile all over his face.
Play with me in the giveaway,
Kick some or lead.
Do the same something.
Piercing through this wall of ice.
I still do not understand what path
Faithful, and where the trouble
Waiting for you. Your taste
Words will not leave suddenly
My body, I'm used to,
You're my favorite route.
But why now
I understand that
Contact between the wall and not the door
And the bars on the windows instead of curtains.
No I can not call or write,
Can you dare.
Come on, stabbed lead,
Or play in the giveaway.
Tear lip corners,
My cry the silence is empty.
I should not have accepted the game, so accustomed to no avail.
And one
Could not stand the load.