Текст песни Алина Волнами - Реконструкция

I do not know what will happen tomorrow,
And the last day for which he was living.
My condition - impermanence
My condition - a sharp knife.

However, the knife is not necessarily in the blood,
It can cut the ballast.
Praise shaky pain
Soluble warmth eye.

Chetyrёhstene stalled universe
Ink yelling spits.
The metaphoric husky problems
On the light rays beating loudly.

Chintz January colds
Breaks of freckles spring.
Morning bus congestion
And easily weaved dreams.

Lit melancholy non-smoking -
Cancer got life instead.
I'm a bottomless meanings propane,
The sense of joy has not studied.

Skyscrapers will raise - and break down,
Bird of happiness vzlechu - We divide,
Calm enough - break,
Lower hands - tschus.

Symptom rooms - ghost me.
His eyes dimmed by mist.
The habitual grayness captivates vain
His head a gray.

Ostenene, okomnatene - disease.
In the cell, stuffy, dark and cramped.
Deadness to throw off the weight.
Wings smoothing - will rise.

03.28.14.

Era - Flowers Of The Sea