Текст песни Sol - Каменоломня

No need to pursue our goals in the hope of Haip, success
Hope will dispel, the wind will rave,
How Death Last Echo
And soon forget the fortune maxim
But from afar it turns out
Behind the turn will find new partners
Will throw not the necessary nests
And dried the sea and the leaves called
In the bard garden dust
Red sky shrouded city
Like a poster of bloody
Notepads ink spending - gloves
where are those stars touch hands
Which would like sweetly
There is no possibility, I sit on a palm tree.
And I am through the thorns in the sky. Through the atmosphere
In space penetrated
To the stars of millions of km not to get without a skatender submissive
And in those fatal seconds I will understand that I do not need to think about it
And I was the meaning of the skin, then the soul will not come back by the poet.

Quiet thoughts will leave the planet.
The flesh will remain, and the earth believes
He put the full name in himself and laid out 100%
And the sounds of indispensable under the tools considered himself to be a sheet
And yet dissipated, the wind was woven,
How Death Last Echo

We will stay in the memoirs of those who knew
Someone will remain under the age of the era lived without knowledge
I in the deposits of eight meter stone blocks will remain for the second temple
To allocate the main ground after King Solomon

We will stay in the memoirs of those who knew
Someone will remain under the age of the era lived without knowledge
I in the deposits of eight meter stone blocks will remain for the second temple
To allocate the main ground after King Solomon

Why are negative thoughts so just throw back to music famously?
In the morning asked myself this question through the space so quietly,
That they would not even woke up
Who did not see sleep as a moon shadow
That they would not even woke up
Those who did not have bodies.
So will you answer me to a sleepy question?
Or continue to search for truths
I like the last dragon polist
Launch on the spot outside the fairy tales and mystic.
I'm in the carnival of forgotten illusions
Was mixed by those who thought people
It will be better not knowing what will ultimately be on the dish
Do not stay in a cardboard box
I will no longer sit back with folded arms as with the raid of fascism Poland fee fees attacked Rus
Even sichenly from this, we are in a sorting out of a thin sign by defending it from each third, put the stigma and go into oblivion
That niche in the wall that the architect and the plans did not build
I put the statuette to my memory with a face without a shame with a good set.