Текст песни Шамбала - На кончиках пальцев

I kiss your hands off the streets long
Dying autumn eyes caress traces
In the cold light of her arms to me terribly
My shadow whispers that I dissolve in smoke

And unluckily
I go I'm on thin thin ice
cradling
Over-and-mirror
His dream

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aa
Infinitely drop down
I must be the strangest
Of Alice

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah
And there are deeply
And maybe there is nothing
Only somewhere on the fingertips
Runs cold ...

I'm looking through your fingers and see the black holes
Infinity swallowing my body
Tucked away on the edge of the world
Something with my soft lips
Before bottoms drinks

And unluckily
I go I'm on thin
thin ice
cradling
Over-and-mirror
His dream

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aa
Infinitely drop down
I must be the strangest
Of Alice

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah
And there are deeply
And maybe there is nothing
Only somewhere on the fingertips
Runs cold ...

Love.