Текст песни AirQuake - Тысячи слов

Thousands of words, closed shutters
Thousands of tears from the sky on the rocks
And the concrete jungle is no place for my soul

The degree of freedom distinguishes us
like a bird in a snare and a flying flock
But a chance to break even will be, trust me

let me
I am cold lead your shackles
let me
Let south wind will scatter again -
thousands of words

Street of Dreams cold outside the door
I am not an apostle of your faith
And life without temptation unreal for me

Thousands of street life searing
Suffering from the darkness, suffering from light
Tear down all the bars and the bridges

let me
I am cold lead your shackles
let me
Let south wind will scatter again -
thousands of words