Текст песни Созвездие Рыси - Пятый сезон

"The Fifth Season"

Words: Visenna aka Svetlana Shirankova
Music: Helen Tara

In your dreams - ships, I - desert and the heat,
And blinding sandstorm black sky burns the eyes.
Do not hurt (almost no pain) rough scar torn dreams:
They put in salted hold, performing somebody's order.

On a napkin in a summer cafe I draw the outlines of days,
On line - too straight from the hands - fractured in the trash.
The vinaigrette alien atmospheres crumbled air mine
This autumn - an elbow in the stomach, it is a razor to his throat - winter.

I, alas - the snow, you - chestnuts in blossom,
Unnamed fifth season is forecast to be severe.
You do not want to back, I ... no, I will not come,
Memory vyel liquid nitrogen. Timeout, Liebe. Log off.