Текст песни Портовые краны - Спой мне

this winter gray rests forever
I used to try to silhouettes cigarette
I do not like that around, and that in me
lights sparkle on the retina
at the hands of the sky
the words of an eye-level
sing to me

this winter ground razed to the sky
glass flower punches asphalt
so I believe the moon at night
but the gray sky and the earth mixed
the wind blows from the language of words
sing to me

tear my pleura
help to break out
I hear there's someone knocking fists
inside illuminated pupils eyelashes
in someone else's game of survival
I glass
I glass
I glass
I glass
edge does not seem so high
at the end of the anticipation
I ashes
I ashes
I ashes
sing to me