Текст песни Мой Шторм - Не проходит

Hide me
At the bottom of the wipad
Zing me
On those stars over the moon

Deeper, higher, wider, further
Nowhere to run
What we build, then destroy
Nothing to say

Let the wind and further erases in the grain
Dead piles of stones
But what creates all thoughts in a bunch
Exactly will not be weaker

It does not pass
It does not pass
It does not pass
Does not pass