Текст песни A113 - Кукловод

I fell through hundreds of curves mirrors
With stars in the embroidery
My dance is finished, the path disappeared
Does not glow more in darkness
Ash in faded rays
Snow in my dreams
On the fingers flows the dirt
Sand expires in hours
I'm doing a laughing step

Through the views of empty indifferent eyes
Go for so far
Time not to survive any of us
But you are not like this flattery
Wind Hot Porry
Dry black primer
On the fingers flows the dirt
All the meanings have long been burned
Make a step laughing

I see that the threads are sewn
In my bones of my body
And how many years he woves
Semi-dimensional kuklovoda
Stopped long before meat legs
He will be how somewhere behind
Stop madness, surrender
What are you looking for not to find
I have never seen goals
Only signs

Brave past cheap panel
His generation

(author Yegor Kuvadin)