Текст песни Пепел и Снег - Петля

I sat on the floor all my life
Under a huge loop from the ceiling
I think that I will not die,
It's just such a game

I could not warm warm
Coming silently love
I gig a letter for writing
Pressing fingers to chest

And looked for a long
Yellow Stars Probin Rows
Illuminated by the old moon
Remembering night gardens

But I believed that someone would come
And shouted at night as a beast
Perpetual
In the reflections of stars and loops