Текст песни Филипп Вейс - На Уровне Чувств

I am surrounded by the sounds of:
All about everything they say,
Like steel bows
Spit mandatory poison.
 
And the wind, playing the dust,
I will face the abyss of cases
Behind the wings do not sing -
Feather donated arrows.
 
And everyone in my palette
Add your gouache,
And I write captions -
I need a pencil.
 
Pushing foot Sevilla,
I wanted to fly to the sun:
Get rid of the wax krylya-
Feather donated arrows.
 
I can smell the sea
Abandoned me hope,
And all the flavors of grief -
Gifts caravans ignorant.
 
And in the air blue
I choose a dare,
As the world's best wings -
Feather donated arrows.