Текст песни Mareo - Прометей

Clouds interrupt the flight
In the heat of the secrets of the diaries
Start the fires
Spewing into the streets
Light of the last phases
Lunar Islands

Do not rush
It's cold inside
But there is fire in my hands
Hide from heavenly faces
In silence secretly
Cry

Hold me tight
Decomposing into powder
A bursting shard
Blow me with the wind
The ceiling will become dust
As a small child, your hero

On undulating shores
Carefully, carefully
Scatter the shells
Hiding from winter
From scorching forms
Dreams

Cover all the icebergs with the warmth of July
By the fire of interplanetary wars
Warm up the ice with volleys from all guns
Accurate shooting.