Текст песни Амир - На ощупь

In endless tunnels of smells
I breathe in the road map.
In endless streams of decibels and noises
I wander, unwinding a ball.
A world of one color without color -
this is my print of empty eye sockets.
If the night and the midday heat have cooled down,
I recognize without moving the eyelashes.

I paint a landscape by touch
new day, year after year.
Fingers glue the collage
create a personal city.
And everything around is perfect
no status, no skins.
And the path is always right
whatever is shorter.

Walking in the dark
no power stains.
Not seeing how and where,
does not see envy.
It broke
time to pieces
my minus is
I can't see the sky.

Of objects in an infinite number
created by pieces of mosaic.
Trapping myself in loneliness
you are free from prejudice.
Constant one-point gaze
or drooping eyelids forever.
Smile and then tear to shreds -
I will never be like this!