Текст песни INDIANA Project - Дельтапланы

Chorus:
Your dreams - hang gliders
I launch into the sky.
Lacerations they
On a blue canvas.

I open
All forbidden taps.
Rinse off the screens
Radarov is our nonchalant trace

Numb fingers
Sort strings pattern
Not smoked day
Need for emphasis

Smoke Dots
Over the immense. Sadness.
Stars struck my window
And carried off into the distance.

Chorus:
Your dreams - hang gliders
I launch into the sky.
Lacerations they
On a blue canvas.

I open
All forbidden taps.
Rinse off the screens
Radarov is our nonchalant footprint

Perspective stop
Fight and quiet peace
Unfinished words
And gray snow aired

Swap letters
In thoughts of love
Get a stock of illusions
And better shut up.