Текст песни FRAM - Королева 2012

Race not work -
All rock ever run out
On the ground cast - come tomorrow
Shade your delicate fingers.
Tracks that you are leaving,
Blooming million colors
You like water, flee
Among powerless granites.

Pr.
Run, run, yet strong enough,
For me, anyway, will find you -
Too many tracks,
Too many tracks.
When I feel your last breath,
And the stars will close in the crown of the head,
Sun, as a priest, go down the stairs
And give me your body.

Your voice is like a magic,
What they poured in the air:
In one long thread interwoven clouds
With the movement delicate palms.
But you are running away from me,
Though fate holds tight,
Your heart, queen,
To draw a knight emblem.

Pr.