Текст песни Фіолет - Дзен

And don't ask about my voice
Why words tremble and thoughts burn,
Why minor notes and winds
New in our latitudes do not expect?
And in the heavens the rains are meteoric
We are not with other people for a long time
And empty zeros in the eyes of my blue ones
It hurts so much when you touch me not you

Don't go because you're my zen
My cold harakiri
You are my night and I am your day
I lay black on your white.

And silken bodies are covered with tired
Hide in your rooms for the night,
Where our yin and yang are crossed,
You will dance to me in the morning
And it shone with anxiety in heaven
We divide the world into ourselves and others
And don't ask why the darkness is in your eyes
It is so painful not to believe in us saints and sinners

The next minute is an endless number of versions
Which of my lives will take us the next night
Will I become your last without knowing the first
Will I stay with you and the white world face-to-face