Текст песни птички в глитче - вещание

broadcasting from the heart, from the depths,
directly on the surface of a desperate hymn.
the inevitable will cover you all the blankets,
can not turn back time - falls away.
it did not raise you in a deep container,
memories burned film
He flew across the sky there, together with birds,
forgotten those texts memorized songs.
It tears my gut this morning unexpected,
four in the morning will light a fire inside.
end all this rain, too, will end,
Reality has forced all the people writhe.
do not go, you stay with me.
when you're not, I broadcast the pain
his heart. the waves are so cold,
all are freezing through the headphone wire.