Текст песни Выход - Собирательница капель кайфовой росы

They crawl around the walls
And in their eyes a dumb reproach.
We spend forces to spend
Purchased to useless dispute
With fate that we are ruled
And drives, as they lead the blind.
They crawl around the walls
Mute reproach in their eyes.

They crawl around the walls
It is strange to see from the wall
Rady, what clung
In a mortal battle for pants.
And it's very sad
And even wild see them:
How we just love,
With others, just as well.

Oh, collector droplets
Kayfova dew
With gentle glance
In the expectation of the end,
You wander the medium of bright colors,
But no one is a secret,
That you are looking for something that is not,
No no.

They crawl around the walls
And bottom up and downward
And sometimes it's nice
That part of them does not see people.
Nice even if
We have nothing to hide from them.
They crawl on the walls
And crap to our bed.

Oh, collector droplets
Kayfova dew
With gentle glance
In the expectation of the end,
You wander the medium of bright colors,
But no one is a secret,
That you are looking for something that is not,
No no.