Текст песни А. Шестак - Лунная свита

MOON SUITE

Wind salty for wounds in the legs,
It's hard to breathe, if a long time in hiding,
Hair shear branches meet,
He threw a shadow in the swampy pond.

The key is dropped, numb hand,
Look necessarily gone into the clouds,
I knelt down, and joy in the answer:
Select light pale exhausted.

Chorus:

I lunar retinue of black sheep
Directs the road, raise to you.
You wait and pletёsh birch my dream,
From your lips a scar on my back.

Empty around, get a drink of water,
Flexible snake crawl tracks
Hand puts me on the shoulder of the moon,
In the body of the storm raging and moaning.

Chorus:

Wind salty for wounds in the legs,
It's hard to breathe, if a long time in hiding,
Hair shear branches meet,
He threw a shadow in the swampy pond.

Chorus:

On my back ... x3

Alexander Sestak

2010