Текст песни Alraune - Крылья бумажные

There are lines of birds along the roadside
On the wires of lonely pillars
Thousands of eyes in the light of the lightning
Looking for the mistakes of foreign gods!

It's so hard to go
And cries along the way
Shard of the moon
Became a month.
From the stuffy crowd
And from a sense of guilt
Colored executioner
Will not disown.

Without the liberty of thoughts
And the bitterness of words
We can hardly find the important.
Sadness lay around my neck in a noose
The paper wings were burning!
Paper ...
Paper ...
The wings were burning ...
The wings were burning-I-I ...
Paper.

Along the edge of the ravine
And shore him
Once whipped by a frantic
Last spring, an iron stream,
Carving the truth in the stones.

Quiet homes
Strangers to us
At dusk, the black wanders
And wicked like a beast
Knocking on my door
Death of a worthless poet.

It's so hard to go
And cries along the way
Shard of the moon
Became a month.
From the stuffy crowd
And from a sense of guilt
Colored executioner
Will not disown.

Without the liberty of thoughts
And the bitterness of words
We can hardly find the important.
Sadness lay around my neck in a noose
The paper wings were burning!
Paper ...
Paper ...
The wings were burning ...
The wings were burning-I-I ...
Paper.