Текст песни Танцы На Воле - Телевизионный Снег

On TV again snowing winter is not no end Century
Russell crow to eat round the already directly from the hands
what little snow falls outside what a pity death
masochists cry at the end of this death and lead to the altar

one stroke crush our sandcastles mad wind force us to fall asleep eyes
stop time and smokestacks as the sixth angel sounded dumb clenched lips
what you see will burn all that you hear on the die and zasypet century with sky snow

and those who knew about it tearing his veins furiously rushing beating on the wall
breaching plague head screaming is the way to go for me the light
This air alarm iron birds sharpen their claws know your thoughts
udivlyaeshsya why they burn your dreams why are prevaricate you yourself wanted war
breaking TV try to kill death if each of the fragments of the snow falls
cold wind regret that he did not have the strength to what is still left to the end to carry
just do not look for me among these ruins, I was always alone, I absolutely one
what you see will burn all that you hear on the die and zasypet century with sky snow