Текст песни Братья Грим - Реалити

Strange, the hero is next to you
Remember my eyes, and take yours
Once again overwhelmed, flipped and
Will twist me with your wave of crazy days

chorus:
Morning in a smoky room
In a sleepy ghost town
Minor on the lips froze
Morning will come back from memory
Only solid reality
There is no strength to forget him.

Strange, the hero is wounded by an arrow
And the reservation did not save him
What a shell on my chest
Waking sleep we will write a chapter
In that story of young moons
To the voice of cold strings.

chorus.