Текст песни Шлёп нога - Коллекционеры снов

I see colorful dreams ,
Who has not seen before.
Curves breaks fate
What we were forced to become older.

I know we need to dream ,
To suffer , to smile and cry.
Disclosed triple seal
I deleted all the flesh of the fruit.

Chorus:
Sell ​​us to the world of dreams !
Burn the bridges behind us .
We ghosts, ghosts.
We ourselves paint the canvas .

Involuntarily unraveled the plot
Scrolled film inside .
We meet with the hope of the dawn ,
Planting the illusion of a jar .

The collection of dreams , mirages
They put in a corner on the shelf
Transparent stained-glass windows
Knock with the thoughts and confusing .