Текст песни v i t - заточённый

Turn white cotton clouds on a celestial canvas,
The depth of their birds fly violin melody.
Watching eye, sharpened in the dark
Concrete walls, drowning in the rain making a mistake.
 
Thousands of steps trodden path in the wrong direction,
Buying happiness at unusually low prices.
Infinitely traveled to the country through the mirror,
Diluting the pure blood of alcohol on children's veins.
 
I grew up on the shoulders of the drifts, always unfinished business,
All below the fold body, eventually put on their knees.
In the fog hid everything, when it was too late.
All circling and circling your balances on adult carousel.
 
I hope crumbled with a thick layer of dust room,
Burn out the last pages of eternal love.
Memories frozen in the minds of photographs,
The story is told about the done way.
 
Turn white cotton clouds on a celestial canvas,
The depth of their birds fly violin melody.
Swing on the rope in the dark, withered body,
We are drowning in the rain eyes committed errors.