Текст песни Рок-штат - Тень луны

White bread of your desires
Waiting for hungry hands
Your fire torments in the furnaces - the first sound .
On the shoulders stiffened hands ,
Like a pair of birds ,
They Fate itself apart burying .

Shadow of the Moon shakes the earth , like a cradle ,
It spreads Sky stars warm bed .

A new day is scheduled for tomorrow ,
The sun draws a circle,
A breath of wind in the celebration of new suffering.
You're tired , but soon midnight and rises East
Rain fell last straw on the sand .

Shadow of the Moon shakes the earth , like a cradle ,
It spreads Sky stars warm bed .