Текст песни Сульфат Меди - Дом

Ashes
New Year's bonfire
Dotted the way
Knitting needles
In endless battle -
Let it go.
Someone's figure
In fact
End
Arrows
The dial cuts
For seconds
Minutes
Days.
The old house is empty
And fell silent
And closed his eyes.
All that was in him
All that was in him
Thunderstorm took.
The needles are beating
The lights are flying
Thin the ball.
And a figure without shape
Looking back
In the whiteness of roads
She sees that house
Red thread to her
He waved longingly
And a figure without color
Looking at it
I switched to howling.
And the figure suddenly became
So closely
And it hurts to live ...

The needles are beating
Sand is flowing
The thread dies.