Текст песни Фургон для Моей Ма - Письма

Chorus:
Where the eyes look.
Where there was former excitement.
A pause in a series of headless statues.
They look at the image of the anointed world.
 
They only do what they complain.
Beliefs are believed and ambiguous signs. Yells of discontent, crows over the graveyard.
Climbing the walls, chasing themselves.
 
= 1 =
Squares of letters on desks
People who don’t believe words anymore.
High degree ... Scratched in haste,
These letters spread at different poles
No addresses, no hope of an answer,
Seeing this trace of bad omens.
In unison with the rattle of a pen on papers,
An inscrutable path in steps!

Chorus:
Where the eyes look.
Where there was former excitement.
A pause in a series of headless statues.
On the anointed world, they look at the image.
 
= 2 =
Shadows on the heels, time in a spiral.
Dusty glances into the horizon ...
Ink doesn't fade on the pier
It remains to wait for a scrap that will not come.
Loneliness weaves a linen shroud.
Memories in the haze of silent films.
Hope lost in everyday cliches
In letterboxes and newspapers.
 
Privev (x2):
Where the eyes look.
Where there was former excitement.
A pause in a series of headless statues.
On the anointed world, they look at the image.
 
Where the eyes look.