Текст песни Башня Rowan - Сокровище

I'm walking on gray lands
through rat gray wilds,
the sky is streaming outside the window -
hazy gray bullshit.
Somewhere behind a pile of slag
dog howling at the sky
and starts sobbing,
teasing caretaker friend.

And I have a treasure in my hands
I have a treasure in my handfuls,
my palms are full
multicolored glass

I sit in my buffet
and I don't spit tea
from today's showdown,
from the teeth on edge inside.
Rotten lamps above me
three in a row, oblique light,
I need little for happiness -
but try to take it away.

And I have a treasure in my hands
I have a treasure in my handfuls,
my palms are full
multi-colored glass.

And if someone sticks to me,
I will have time to squeeze tighter
who the hell is going to figure it out
that flashed over the table.
Not a diamond, not emeralds -
just broken glass,
that's enough for me, and that's enough -
and never a bummer.

I have a treasure in my hands
I have a treasure in my handfuls,
my palms are full of colored glass.
If I'm such a fool that
wow more important
I haven't raked it in for almost thirty years ...

And this very minute
I am aware
and then I go light.
May God have me
such as he finds
with priceless glass in hand ...