Текст песни Восьмий День - Крізь тіло

Eighth Day - Through body

remaining ruins
Broken glass machine
Around mannequins
And probably tomorrow
In the game of your dreams
The winner prisoner
Ants covered body
And there is no wings.

Not dopaleni cigarettes
Also changed priorities.
New absurd drama
And salt is not burning wounds.
In blind we roamed
Himself did not notice

Like thousands of needles through the body
There remains hope
A weakness wins,
Creativity seems kills.
Like thousands of needles through the body
Raise Sails to the sky,
And my boat disappears
Works like killing

remaining ruins
Broken glass windows,
Lost our hearts
In blind we roamed
Himself did not notice

Like thousands of needles through the body
There remains hope
A weakness wins,
Creativity seems kills.
Like thousands of needles through the body
Raise Sails to the sky,
And my boat disappears
The weakness seems kills, kills

Like thousands of needles through the body
There remains hope
A weakness wins,
Creativity seems kills.