Текст песни poisoninyourhead - В переходе

The transition to Throwing
Naughty search itself,
Under the red hands
Burn dumb poplar.
trembling fate
In the fading peace.
On the road to eternal emptiness,
Dear imaginary over the bridge.
Burying his hands in the snow
Creating a grim vow
Consciousness apart
To look at a person through.
Clogged with a bunch of fear,
A bent nail accidentally.
trampled boot
Stay ahead doggedly.
Evacuation splash
Seabed tight question,
Hear resounding crash,
To burn a forest evening.
Only fragments of the darkness,
In bestsetnoy loud emptiness.
God of the dead, he is so cruel,
Sky light goes out,
Only a spacious cabin,
What would you look at the ceiling.
In the hands of zmeitsya acrid smoke,
Coming off a bright make-up at night.
It was only tired dikrety,
And only deceased bouquets
Only light shards
Burns ringing somewhere.
Burying his hands in the snow
Creating a grim vow
Consciousness apart
To look at a person through.