Текст песни Титры - Фриссон

Let the breast diffusers in us be hit to the last
In a couple of roads, our life from notepad
We will follow the past for now
While in the stereo soul chry the notes

1st couplet:

Thoughts draw a pattern
In the head of the slideshows
Muse, answer me who and why
Scars on the heart Rapiir left

I ask you, breathe
Wait a little delayed wounds
run, run away, do not call, do not write
Love as Miragei will dissolve in the fog

Music Lechit
She is panacea
Love is crying
I do not regret

On the keys will lay the soul
Disassembled by spare parts
and fingers like notes a little trembling
Take it to collect her

Chorus (2x):

Music, touch heart
To until the last sigh
As adrenaline so that
Reanimate too

2nd verse:

While you eat on the beefs of Tyutchev rhymes
I'm trying to establish our fucker but,
again night or sun for clouds
just not for the better

More often all shower, night all long
Inside does not hurt, but the soul seems to die under drops
I am increasingly becoming a melancholy
more and more in the rainbow of the gray palette

knees erased from prayers, and I seem to mime
time would cure us, but it is only a myth
Turn off the light with it will go out by your nimb
you .. you can remove memory, just leave this moment

Music comforts as if in the old good
muse, say why did you leave so long
Suggests in the ears with wires will reassure
This is my personal world, without you and without pain.