Текст песни Юлия Теуникова - Безмолвие

Towards the day
Blinding Secrets Hunger Words
Troyt
As an ample skinhead
Door in black hotel
With a fertilized receptionist of prophetic dreams

And every day will find a place
And MIG
Unexpected merry
Rushing under the breath
And nothing works
And I am not me
And one silence

The death of the core
At the peak of Jama
Under the windows of the breath of heaven
And the exhalation of the sword is dying in piles
Kropy Alom
Marlevo predestinous forest

But every day will find a place
And MIG
Unexpected merry
Rushing under the breath
And nothing works
And I am not me
And one silence

And every day will go
And MIG
Unexpected merry
Rushing under the breath
And he is over him
And the world is one silence