Текст песни Мёртвый Художник - Цунами

She is mysterious as the night,
suddenly, like spring.
by Morning city
is always the same.
Dreaming in her direction, I feel ...

Zeros on the chart,
the gap between us.
Hang on the very edge,
not to pull.
and in the distance all the memories
the tsunami struck in the chest.

She came up with their own world,
and hid inside.
of mischief in her eyes
a clear fear of love.
Dreaming in her direction, I feel ...

Zeros on the chart,
the gap between us.
Hang on the very edge,
not to pull.
and in the distance all the memories
the tsunami struck in the chest.

Zeros on the chart ..
Hang on the very edge ..
and through distance
tsunami..udarami tsunami strikes ..

Zeros on the chart,
the gap between us.
Hang on the very edge,
not to pull.
and in the distance all the memories
the tsunami struck in the chest.