Текст песни Мэд Дог - Осколки удачи

frozen gloom on the face we are in the beginning or at the end
eyes sealed with the rain , and it is unlikely that we will find
utekut days in heaven, and will be called to vote
days will flow away into the sky leaving a scar in the eyes
but we are sailing the river and alarms on clothing dirt roads
perhaps tire stumble not stand
shards of luck we add them otherwise