Текст песни Cheshires - Острые предметы

the silent of the meek
in a fragile boat
braided into ribbons
light merk tired
and you got yours
sharp objects

cut me cut
fill this gap
of these tenacious threads
don't get out alive
a bitter salty tear from the eyes will spill
star lit up
the sun went out

winter is getting closer
the bed licks me
his dagger sticks
and my good
will crush us all
it's a pity

water slurping board
our ferry will swing
in the cold
through the hopeless rain
you call me
I hear

wait for me wait
and I'm on my way
to my beloved baby
breaths weaken
we leave this land where autumn rules
your mournful ball
click on the oars

let the heat bird go
be bright her flight
there is a fire in my boat
the sea will take me
let the nightmare fade away
ice will close over me
There is a fire in my boat
the sea will take me