Текст песни Адамант Луар - Птицы

Birds tear the skin
Birds crawl out -
At the entry point to nirvana, a dirty bed
And puddles.
I hear their laughter inside
The loop warms the blue neck.
A whisper creeps along the walls
It smolders.

Scattered blood in pieces
Scalpel kisses her face.
It is so simple to be a wingless blind creator with you.
Reaching for the mirror eagerly
Smoking pain.
In the bed of winter hell pierce the mind with black sleep.