Текст песни Стрилецкий Павел - Тонкие руки, хрупкие пальцы

The black ribbon in its claws of birds,
You still dream of the sky to break.
Where will the dead borders.
Enough fear.

Strong tape, thick walls,
Do not reach not limp.
Cut black wrist bands,
Birds cry, tearing a vise!

Spreading wings
Thin arms, fragile fingers.
From impotence
From the ground I will not be able to come off!
Have thoughts
Rasdinut defects, extra lines?
But ... alas, we have two roads ...

Exhale despair - krill me wings!
But you will not hear the silence ...
Snow covers a silver dust
Dark roofs, groaning home.
Step up the steps into the dark water,
Tapes tearing you down brosaeshsya.
Black birds fly free!
Where will the borders of the Dead!

Spreading wings
Thin arms, fragile fingers.
From impotence
From the ground I will not be able to come off!
Have thoughts
Rasdinut defects, extra lines?
But ... alas, we are not angels or gods ...