Текст песни Лабиринт Атлантов - Трепет

Branches of folded fate
I collect you and met the street
Behind each corner of paper shoes, happiness mechanics
With a thrill of a jeweler make up of them pictures
Each death - suicide
Each humiliation - repentance
Each random meeting - date
Mercy and pity are looking for dungeons and someone else's pain
I sit on the 19th step and feel infinite worship of the incomprehensible universe
And I will let go anywhere again
His evidence
listen
No more than each part
For any point in the world there is a mirror of time
Tone in it in the evenings when the earth leaves under his feet
I pop up in a soup from the rain
And I do not see the shore
Maybe
It's not at all rain
Maybe
And not soup at all
Flooding freshness feelings
Take from each shelf moments
In parts, disassemble my worlds
I am an eternal slave on my construction
And there is no limit to joy
All the most black, dark with you happens when you close your eyes
June under the snow
Losing in trees, squares, alley parks
Where the boundaries were erased on the bench
Light heavy palms from fate threads
How much needs to live
And how little for moments in memory
And I'm hiding behind the letters of my lines
Catch tears from light lights
It's easier
The situation is not important
Perception is much more expensive
Salt flows in sugar lips
Vera Stone Eyes
With granite foundation
Everyone has a creator
Under legs soft mucus failure
Sliding around the circle
On every turn look down
I see pages inside your head
Pidian children's angles
In them and there is a world
Geometric, Athens send a riddle of the centuries
Difference, inexpresenting
Not to joy
The prefix besides the root
Straight flaw on the contrary to broken
Scrap is stitched through
Understand someone else's head - let the thoughts on the grow
To meet blind hills
Distill eyepieces
I believe that I will be heard, but
By whom?
Man with a clean conscience, that is, the poor
And be happy, even if we are together one person