Текст песни Психея - Серебряной пулей

stone, honed soft water -
all I wanted, everything he was looking for -
wrapped casually shaking his hand -
everything found, and that he lost ...

as a chick, I do not know
that hide his eyes in the web of the eyelashes.
I was looking for and more in the hands of other people's warmth
dying birds!

no! - I did not find, do not know
no! - Traces of my wind blows -
I - naked snow, cold snow ...
no! - I did not want to hurt.
no! - Your tears diluted blood,
slide with age on white snow ...

rain washes away the dried paint -
my skin scars, your hands caress.
takes them into the frozen water has dissolved,
in a star pattern color weaving.
no! it will not find never know!
no! traces its wind blows!

disappeared from the face mask of sand,
and the air motionless, became sticky and viscous.
I do not have time,
I close my eyes,
and I do not understand,
Where does!

No, I did not die,
I shot into the sky
silver bullet,
where I was not!