Текст песни Энди Картрайт - 11. В открытые окна

Through the open windows

The irony of life sweeps staff
quiet reigns, leaving the voices of the air.
And the dream is so familiar,
one that is lower than the bottom, but away from any shackles.
Bolts on the gates close tightly,
silence and the path through the open windows,
They marched from the bondage of years there,
the way in the next, they called this emptiness.
Who made the person be dark holes,
putting the goods in the eye, the one that dropped.
It would in fact than to paint motion arrow
in the pit with the word & quot; welcome & quot; everything seems fine.
Music empty minutes
empty lenses they burned the way,
outside everything calmly, but in boxes
many more were killed in the blanks,
fate dried, burned and hanged,
to fly away with the wind gusting fresh.
Oddly PUSH - irony of life laughing,
in its de-energized cells secrete curve handwriting,
leaving flicker in the shadows,
silent, so as not to let her get to the cache.
Hiding, leaving a flicker in the shadows,
She drags the days of the green leaves until autumn.