Текст песни Психея - Серебрянной пулей

Stone sharpened soft water

All he wanted

All I was looking for

Wrapped casually shaking hand

All I found

And what is lost

As I did not know the chick

That hide the eye lashes webs

And I was looking for in the hands of strangers warmly dying birds

NO I do not know will not find

No traces of my wind blows

I'm naked snow - cold snow

NO I do not want to hurt

NO your tears diluted blood

Sliding a century on the white snow

Rain washes away the dried ink

My soul-scarred your hand caresses

Takes them into the frozen water has dissolved

The color patterns weaving a star

No it will not find not know

No traces of its wind blows

Disappeared from the face mask sand

And the air is frozen become sticky and viscous

I do not have time

I close my eyes

And I do not understand where to disappear

No I'm not dead, I shot into the sky

Silver bullet to where I was