Текст песни badsound - осколки стекол

Crumples hands broken glass ,
Kneeling, looking at the blue sky .
I see the clouds pass very quickly.
White flakes , driven by the wind .

Overcoming gravity,
Tear off his feet , fly to the sun .
In shreds tear hands sky .
Blue sky - into small pieces.

What is waiting for me behind the veil
Gray houses , deserted streets ,
Low current cloudy days ,
Unnecessary papers, ideas and questions ?

Who tells me the word of untruth
And behind his throws mud ?
Unwashed hands me climb into the soul ?
I do not know. I do not know.

Soars to the sky , fly to the stars,
Soars to the sun , from the bustle .
Behind , leaving unwanted thoughts ,
Dirty thoughts and gray days .

Crumples hands broken glass ,
Kneeling, looking at the blue sky .
I see the clouds pass very quickly.
White flakes , driven by the wind .