Текст песни Earl Dany-Grey - Бал самоубийц

back baby, close eyes
Back baby
This is your last ball

The fifth day is a question
Why is this wrong?
I can see
I will play the last chord ...
And on the stairwell, butt and dirt and all this is normal

From the fourth, our addict, about whom everyone knows, walks under the windows
I took the slush
Winter ended yet without starting, and the summer will begin until the first of May

This is a wedge
And everything is right
who makes mistakes, he teaches the grammar again
I took it - repeat
Cho there, mother, repetition, knowledge?

My poor aura ..
My poor child inside the head
cuts off the limbs into the pile of sand
And the whole world is pouring through the fingers

I dance with my palms like wings
Trying to push myself away from the ground
Hands of streams on the cheeks stream
it melts - the beginning of spring

pull my hands into the light of this lamp
Grab either paradise either life.
but through the fingers the whole world is poured