Текст песни Территория Тишины - День Совы

Year of Water, Day Owls,
Hour one who brings light .
Often from blame
Reality turns into delirium.

In the rare sound, a loud cry ,
In the hands that hold the ice
Pours time separations
Through the open mouth pain .

Lying calendar, behind the clock ,
Paint chips words.
Dreams of the runway
On the scene love.

Again comes a day
And the hour of the one who brings light .
I find a new shade,
I leave next ...