Текст песни T.Maraclea - Сделай брешь

Dura , make a dent ,
Do not touch my thoughts of his holy face .
Remind yourself that ,
As sultry nights
White dreamed of absorbing the empty streets
And the world is internal , winter.
Imagines himself to the dependent ,
Wash under the drops of paint from skin
Black . In his eyes , you remember ?
Sleeps green May .
Sell ​​memories , something like
& quot; correct & quot ;, & quot; indispensable in everyday life & quot ;.