Текст песни Chester INSTRUMENTAL - rucco le ruche

but we cannot live beyond the boundaries of social understanding
and grew up so early
and feelings in a glass of broth
piled up normal nights
gone into the dungeon
as if rich in war
I drew my parallels
to other worlds
close the doors
you and me are cold
we are alone on venus
I do not believe that your soul was washed
so this march is unclean
we would both rot
where evil found a place for us
where the rent is paid but there are so many incidents

we met there besont but saw a line there
that stubbornly leads us from the crown of the porches
from the arms of arrests

and without cracking everything, the brain took us away from these tricky quests