Текст песни Клиническая смерть - 08 - Оркестр

ORCHESTRA

That's all, all the songs are sung,
The words have been spoken.
Into the soul with the fragile sound of a flute
Silence spits.

And talent would be enough
To avoid all troubles
But in the chest of the musician
Turned off the light.

It could have been different
Don't make it up yourself
Step on the throat
Own poems.

And there would be enough willpower,
But seals are set -
He will writhe in pain
And be silent.

On a stupid memory of the past
Let them put up a cross -
Doesn't play in his heart anymore
Fairy Orchestra.