Текст песни Станционный Смотритель - Воск Твоих Крыльев

Wounded heart like gray hair from the sun ,
It glows and burns inside me.
And in the heat , all bathed in the hole,
Float your wings the color of snow .

And they burn , burning light inside ,
But more and more melting , melting .
So they burn in the fire , burning the liver to me ,
Sweet wax pouring ...

Beauty shot down without shooting . bullet ,
He hissed as napalm ignited,
Cute lit , your wings are white,
Extinguish not work.

And they burn , burning light inside ,
But more and more melting , melting .
So they burn in the fire , burning the liver to me ,
Sweet wax pouring ...