Текст песни Gillia - 6. Долгое прощание

Do you recognize her clothes
On the trail in the snow on the handwriting
A small newspaper ad war
Through the words and patterns
Through the double doors solid
Through the thin strained nerves
And there is where the house is treated even the walls
Boots left on the steps of chalk
And the sun took us leaving alone

Less chance to find under the snow icy
Numb sky behind him and lips numb
Grubel language but emptiness chopped
The crackle of breaking ice rumble of turbines
Under the whistle blows reality stands triumph
And the other and on both sides of the window glass
And still screaming his last song
So far from rusty throat does not flare flame

As a red-hot needle to the earth's core
I pull the thread behind him, but did not stitch
Next steps drags goes behind as ballast
A string of days a series of incoherent syllables

It is time to flee to the desert
By and large the locks on each year of life
On such a long winter
You can not hold your breath can not be
Out of nowhere like
We led a pack of wolves in sheep's clothing

But we should be easy
We are always prepared for the worst
And lights pierced through
As the x-ray beam
Through a network of houses and chains

Binding and cable channels
Through gutters gutters
through the alarm beaten to death
Through the paper cordon
Through soft soft dreams
We scurried off into the tunnel

Your fingers caught wind tossed
You seem to touch the cars flying in the opposite direction
Dark sunglasses covered their faces
As if preparing for the future of the pale skin of the sun

When the engine roared navzryt
They saw the light at the end of a deaf mouse hole
He skirted the horizon, a corridor maze
Letev with the speed of darkness