Текст песни Exitland - Waiting For The Warmth

There is nothing new for the first time as each
Our lot is cast into the foam of the sea of ​​words;
The same thread does not reach twice
And we want to cheat more nodes;

Soundless scream ring look
Money to him, Delhi fruits and dreams;
We spread out the emptiness of his side,
Let the days and nights are again unclear;

That we will return fire
In chilly souls
Leaving a trail?
That will burn inside of peace?

So an extension of itself
Throwing away,
Next, the light,
His intrepid hand;
 
How good naive intrigue,
See Behold joy and fidelity pieces;
In the concrete jungle we nurtured books
And we do not mean in a human;

Let the mind rushes,
Do not hesitate,
In the hot springs -
They bring him back home!

Knocking at the heart
Empty, dilapidated,
Forgotten, draws,
Known truth straight!