Текст песни слушай шум - доброта

broken flip, dissected the same line
I walked home over the heads of fools
he wanted to live and not to mix with the crowd of the world
that lived around the corner
he sit up in the morning on someone's shoulders
He climbed into the attic and beat the bells
He knew that only time will cripple
arrows that no one else treated
He choked himself and whispered shouted words
ascended echo spiral
and in every house then came the groan
so everyone could hear the screaming dead
prayed every so it was just a dream
us in the mirror showed tales
led by galaxies of worlds
where people do not know
what masks
and paint for nothing - who are ready to paint
there is a celebration is not a holiday, but only weekdays
there are images out of your head have you yourself
and people get down to business without Preludes
where life is not on the clock
trust - this is not a coin relations
nobody is not never loses
each phrase - the flow of spiritual revelations
and tell each other the truth but always