Текст песни На грани распада - Невесомый иней

On my lips weightless frost
Winter Festival starts ,
Sketched features clumsy lines
White and thin , like a shawl

Chorus:
Weightless frost on my lips
Snowy arrow to write poetry ,
Bitter Tears corrodes darkness
Neither rain nor wind are not afraid of him

On my lips frost weightless
Gulp drinks a bottle of rum.
And paper systems are built shelves.
Pencil in hand, on a piece of poetry

Chorus - 2p .