Текст песни 00.10 - 7 секунд

7 seconds before the dawn
next to the sun is no place for us
hands on the clock, spun again vosvetu planet
re-erected bridge to the center of the painful ghetto
Deliver me from the old bohemian dream

from afar ...
sublimation seem gloom
Porush plan ...
and everything will fall into one chamber
how much heat ...
left in you yet, tell
Give the last time, at the cost of life

burn, burn, burn
subcutaneous my biorhythm
fight with the charisma of the world
brought us the belief in an instant
bet above his thoughts, takes off quickly but
artists weary of my life to describe
close to the rain, the cold sobered memory
Whisky does not expect to need a reason not to drink on this day
the letter will go to the destination, because of photo
would stop the flight of short beeps in your phone
_ _ _ _

and the steps from home to work
unintentionally departing from the edge of the sill of the window to fly away
bullet ... ... hail on the heads of people who throughout the welcome!
and gravity is not a hindrance in the free dance Zaden sky
hands, feet, sore head,
on top of everything on the palm,
there can be seen on the new!
at the height of the bird's flight,
above all we believe and do not fall down, we
Tumbleweed was shining for the sunset
the lack of nicotine, the old day - yet!
new day glass inscription, the new portal is open to me
day split is not consumed,
very few people knew it from these people ...

from afar ...
sublimation seem gloom
Porush plan ...
and everything will fall into one chamber
how much heat ...
left in you yet, tell
Give in to the last time, at the cost of life