Текст песни Пилот - Василиск

What puddles, that snow to the waist, at any time of the day
I have two dragons entwined around a tree.
The July heat is one, the rival is the cold of December.
With their backs to each other, keep the risk
After all, everyone, turning around, would understand that he was a Basilisk.

I am what I see in my dreams. I sleep inside myself.
I'm on the inside, but I'm on the outside, and I'm alone
Mirrors my Cheshire smile.
But only once turned around, suing,
I would understand that I myself was responsible for everything, for I am the Basilisk.

No one saw me, survivor.
Ice is my eyes, and snow lies gray on my eyelashes.
Mirrors surrounded by deception. Don't close your eyes.
The power of magic is drunk from my pupils.
The pain of the world is a black obelisk of my freedom.
A minute of crying stars in the sky is my name.