Текст песни Поэт из прошлого - поломаны

Draw this time with verses,
Circle his crust of years.
You need a clear program
On creating a new me.

Stretch! It smells so sweet here
Good peace that captivates you.
Old makeup will not become more tormented,
He will leave, the wonderful world revo.

Tell me about the gloming sky,
Old Dreams clouds,
Silence and dormant seed ...
All in you: Call and Molba,

And obscure night in collisions.
Between light and sensitive game
Get the destruction of the birth
We will become a new replacement by yourself.

Only here you can live for an instant,
Only here everything is allowed.
I fell in love with a dream for salvation,
The rest destroyed not in vain.