Текст песни состояние птиц - XV

sand through his fingers goes consciousness and I'm on the edge
pretend moth flying in the dark to the fire
and now my sky ceiling, there I am waiting for answers
my glass up there God is leading me on the way to the light
in his folly I fly and hit the wall
but I have to believe , otherwise my freedom does not mean anything
in their thoughts become that ever I drew strength
but once in a web of huddled in fear and realized
that my shoulders do not hold cargo
and only stupid body knocking off course can not reach a limit
seeing no difference in the change of shells I still crawl to meet death
among the crowd of faceless individuals