Текст песни Андрей Стрелков - Живописание души

- Can you hear it? -
she does not sleep ...
... You know -
it probably hurts ...?!
- In the morning,
it may
otgorit ...
And you want to whisper -
With her pretty ...
... And do you remember, it was easy -
It seemed
Here the wind blows free -
And carry away
to hell with horns ...
And now - no! -
Now, with her pretty ...
But do not regret it; Do not idle talk -
IT -
essence, gravity separation;
Stronger than life,
more than love,
Her pleading, outstretched hands -
In There -
where the distance her sister -
Another entity - aches and yearns ...

... So the horse gallops;
So gleam from the fire,
In his eyes, sparkling madness ...
So jumping horse, where the rider on his back
Numb, blind, drooped limply ...
What seems to be quite insane
All seized,
that already - enough!
- What - rather ...?
What else is nonsense ?! -
Themes and live - with that and do not fall asleep,
That, still, the fire of madness,
Lights!
No, we are not deceived -
And it's not in vain!
And no wonder horse flies;
Blind rider, maybe prozreet ...

- Well, that - it hurts ...?
... I know it hurts -
She does not know any other way.

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