Текст песни Лора Московская - Брат

Brother, tell me, where is your soul now?
Remember the stroke in the palm of your hand - the trace of a knife ...
A scattering of stars, autumn songs of leaf fall,
And dreams, who else would like to become.
You are my brother, my wild beast, your sworn friend ...
I do not hear the midnight, quiet knock on the door.
No more talk under the moon ...
Maybe you will answer what happened to you?

You froze at the turn of other worlds
In a shaky haze, fragments of words circling.
As if ripped from your life
The facets are erased and the struggle is over ...
You are trapped in your own ideas
The citadel grows ahead of the darkness.
And not believing that inside she is dead,
You pick up new words for death.

I look through the void into your eyes.
Look back, centuries have passed. Come back!
Remember the oaths made around the fire
They are carried north by southerly winds!
You disappeared, forgetting about consanguinity,
About joint affairs past witchcraft ...
Only our blood is one and fresh.
We will write with her a new tablet!