Текст песни Рина ЯРина - расстояния

Distances
Distances - not kilometers,
Not a second to random encounters,
Not long weather palette
From which you can save the soul;
Distances as the ice blocks,
Grow up right before your eyes.
How much wood would have thrown
If I was in tears and so?
Distances - when the prison is the place:
Tear the wallpaper or to go - all the same.
Stop. Pretty. Basta.
There, where the knocking so dark ...
Distances - teacher of faith:
Point of no return. Emptiness.
Faces derived without measure:
Pain, error, blindness.
Distances are forgotten in the coffee,
Dissolve sugar in the blood,
Time shuffles disaster.
Kilometer - c'est la vie!