Текст песни Complex Numbers - Зима

Winter
In the darkness of the night circled over the city asleep Earth
Under a gray firmament, like white smoke.
She did not come here in time,
Just a random result.
Or rock?

And the world
Almost the
As it was yesterday and hundreds of years ago.
What does it mean for him a withered garden?
Among the countless
Planets
Only one trail extinguished
In the darkness of years.
Maybe we
Where is wrong
In the race blind
For childhood dream.
Maybe we
Late born
In a world where there is no
Straight road.

Winter.
Finished running.
And there is no one to look for blame individuals.
And do not ask what had fallen from the sky birds.
Only the circumstances of the fault
What was the fate of all
This.

And let,
As ash, snow
Go to bed asleep dreams burnt years
Sweeping away the false glitter funny now wins
Hope not come true
Terrestrial,
Obscure images
Night,
Empty.

Maybe even all again.
Maybe happier than at this time.
Again fly through the sky birds
But this world is not for us.
We are in the bustle
Where is the mistake in the race blind
For childhood dream.
We are forever
There were dissolved
In the white heat of the snow line.