Текст песни Arizona Pavements - Случайное Рукопожатие

We cool off in old newspapers,
Knocking veil of the sky,
Happiness flowing in the draft,
Sheets devour masterpieces.

We spilled,
We have become a mystery,
All that was before
Turned into paper.

You are not looking, you expect sectra!

I want to become the hero of a thousand calendars.

Stripped of the night and uncrosslinked nerves
The apartment is full of sleep,
Obsolete during smolder,
I tleyu them into four parts.

You are not looking, you're waiting for, sister!

A thin film covering the face,
Gently biting you for the page
I typed in the right hand,
On the right hand of the sun.

I so want to be a hero.