Текст песни Икар - Ревущие деревья ждут, когда мы вернемся

Every abandoned house -
part of someone's past life .
Each broken window -
the shadow of our memories .
We will return there,
where time is spared
only the lines on the dusty table
our reminder.
Who covered up way
his gray hands
hear only the creaking of hinges
at the door , where he waited .