Текст песни эспонтаньос - слепой

look fumbled on the street :
sunny, cloudy , joy .
and I , like a lock of the door,
behind which there is nothing ,
for which only the void .
from his pocket tёmloe heart navolyu ,
that crumbled in his fingers ,
in dark brown fingers ,
and useless sockets ,
Let it not from doubt ,
and a reluctance to be born .
brightly lit me
thin , burning thread.
give me eternal rest
if in any moment
can affect me ,
my useless orbit ,
It illuminates the inside of me.
firmly in the palm of my hand, squeeze ,
closed his eyes and not see .
jump on the account "three" .
fall ...