Текст песни Братья Грим - Через Край

You believe it is impossible
So fly to the ceiling
So that frost
Ant-run
It's not a dream it's with you
Right now

Through the edge there is a soul
Exactly in the beat with you breathe
Former my world, sorry-goodbye
And through the edge there is a soul
All around yourself
What was before, burning
Through the region

These smells are familiar

Like a bouquet of fresh roses
With feeling of freedom
Where where happiness is over
It's not a fake, it's seriously
Right now

Through the edge there is a soul
Exactly in the beat with you breathe
Former my world, sorry-goodbye
And through the edge there is a soul
All around yourself
What was before, burning
Through the region

Through the region