Текст песни Мурени - Слова

I was looking for words in the mute rome,
I have been silent for seven years.
He drew crosses on calendars
Looking for a goal.

To the first depot, sorry, I came with nothing.

I have one unexplored territory.
The words in short dreams live there unborn.

To the second depot, sorry, I will come with nothing.

In the lungs I will find a clean sip of fresh wind.
Through the night, the light of the bridge
And the black music is gone.
And the black music is gone.
And black music ...

As time goes by
The ice does not stop on the platforms.
And the words are silent
The tune does not add up.

In the third depot, sorry, the night will steal me.

In the lungs I will find a clean sip of fresh wind.
Through the night, the light of the bridge
And the black music is gone.
And the black music is gone.
And black music ...