Текст песни Cootter - Перевертыши

Captive (2)

Fluttering over the slopes before the versts on the strive
Potrested, broken, nausea Santa
Dried tears on his palms, somewhere island or field
Hate pain, but there are no shackles on them
Help Forget them this free night's sleep
We have enough in the sky to look at the glare solar
That's where to understand them not for us the words "set, broken"
As if in the lava, safely, the knocked

Calling (4P)

We flip over the mountains, thickness and fences
Drops of blood on the palms in this joy is dispute
Reversible, dehydrated from grief
What about them, eternal tramps are looking for miscarions
Good luck searching here we were late for the train we
And so calm without a bridge over the abyss
You are now philosophers, but no answers to questions
And lying on Kropyav I dream to touch roses
Do you believe, just like I believe
Confidence? faith - fragile, no time
I am sure of each of us your belt is
Changes will be? and I will decompose in parallel to them
Not deadly, gradually so foggy
I look at the window while there is a lullaby
There is a bitch in black old sullen her trail
So let me still do i'm grieving