Текст песни Hands of Dust - Руки мои пусты

My hands are empty
Over fire tubes
Northern Air days.
Tradition word lying
Serenade black branches.

And my hands are empty.
Faithful step ahead
Vintage sad rite :
Find something that is not found ,
Among those who have long since not holy .

And my hands are empty,
Wind steals words
Reverent urgent problems Affairs .
And woe is now on the mind ,
This is your new destiny .

But my hands are empty ...