Текст песни Аудиодневник - Орхидея

The result of the past days of my what?
When the sunset behind the windows is wandering,
Will open the mystery of the death of Orchid
In Obsidian black petals.

For this world, for the rock
It grows behind the vitality.
Waking up to the mirrors shade from the body,
And the mirrors will answer black.

Everybody is lying that charonters are waiting for the river
Over it is a fierce clouds.
"Sorry!" - shout, but the gray edge oppressor
I feel silence of mouth.

During the edge of the roof, the day will come.
Step into the emptiness in which the stars are driving ...
I'm waiting for a court, I pray and fingers cut
Obsidian black orchids.