Текст песни Факел - трепет

Do not remember the day when I ate
But I remember the fingers in the hair, and the thrill of our bodies
Your every gesture, how the lips have exhaled smoke
The eyes as the spectra of all colors where the glare is the Lunar Lamb.
Follow your jump
Also dive down
Even if the height kills.
Leaves dancing ritual dance,
But they are simply circling the autumn wind.
So I, let's go for you.
Leaving his friends
and having spoiled on all
For the sake of your words (for the sake of a pair of phrases) to do a huge path.

But everything will pass. How too dormitory taste.

I see your silhouette
At night in your dreams.

Torn notepad trap in the fire
All that made it there, I said long ago
And your carbohydrate portrait, so hanging in front of the eyes.
The written notepad turned into ashes
All that made it, passed by you
And instead of looking into the drawings with you, I prefer to burn them.