Текст песни The Hair Ball - Вспышки на солнце

This can be a solar flare,
It can mute scum
In your walls and windows vorvёtsya,
Will thought stealing slowly.

Her thin, sticky tentacles
Leave only after gray tone
Slide along the features of your face
In an hour, when you fell asleep.

You wake up - will not close,
No one who could love,
Your soul to the lowest affairs
No one else to catch ...

And as if it was an eternity! -
There are no echoes of passion, no dreams!
Paradise spit carelessness rolled in the dust of these words!
And as if it was an eternity! -
There are no echoes of passion, no words!
Paradise spit carelessness rolled in the dust of these dreams! ...