Текст песни Петля Мертвых - Голос духа

How can you throw stones in me,
When did these stones come from heaven?
If the thieves again all write on the angels,
Then these lines invested me in the mood.

If you have not prayed as I could
In their incomplete fourteen years
If the voice from the coil was God,
And the icon is a stack of lined cassettes.

The voice of the Spirit will take me off.
He knocks-knocking into the drums.
The voice of the Spirit can not sleep.
It will melt the ice and cooler oceans!

You can't heal my wounds,
It is not over yet the dead season.
People are looking for, but only marble
With engraving own names.

If your heart did not tremble,
When Cobain knocked into it
And the rhymed words were little
In order to carry horizons with loops.

The voice of the Spirit will take me off.
He knocks-knocking into the drums.
The voice of the Spirit can not sleep.
It will melt the ice and cooler oceans!

The voice of the Spirit will take me off.
He knocks-knocking into the drums.
The voice of the Spirit can not sleep.
It will melt the ice and cooler oceans!