Текст песни Ayn Rand - Акварель

Day turns into night,
Now who's son and who is the daughter?
Fashionable your Milky Way
Are you afraid of a millimeter roll.
Hour Time spilled sand,
Once asleep, I could not go back,
Next ten episodes
Gentle alcoholic tantrums

Lick my tears
And all these questions-
We are now still,
Do not count the days of the week
Color your watercolors
Faded anyway

Whisper softly
Wind on pimples
Bring us hope,
What was born in test tubes.
Then there istiny-
We are here and now,
Cry your earnest
It kills in the heart of fear

Lick my tears
And all these questions-
We are now still,
Do not count the days of the week
Color your watercolors
Faded anyway

Write the last sample
The night of September and rustling,
Yellow cold
falling down, falling down.
Give a last chance
Those who did not sleep, believed and waited
Flame of fire in which we will burn to ashes

Lick my tears
And all these questions-
We are now still,
Do not count the days of the week
Color your watercolors
Faded anyway