Текст песни Lamia Morra - Сети

Somewhere at the other end of the country,
Beyond the edge of your land
His fingers touched the glass -
They burn his ships.
And he alone is howling,
And already hopelessly drunk
Prisoner of the network, but as a living
He looks at a blank screen.

And somewhere it - and scream bleed -
He is waiting for her call.
White Bird broken wings
On the verge of its ceiling.
Open windows empty mouths -
Not dokrichatsya not see through.
She burned the bridges behind them,
It is not asked to sing.

She was waiting for a call from him,
And he went to war.
Belenky handkerchief and the light beacon.
She was in a network in captivity.
Open source old wounds -
Another aspen stake.
A scar on his veins he is a veteran,
And she needs a network injection.

No one is holy in this network -
Prophets do not have cars.
She laughs softly, as he was crucified,
In the eyes - the imprint of tires.
Somewhere at the other end of the country,
Beyond the edge of your land
His fingers touched the glass -
They burn his ships.