Текст песни Gillia - Разбирая Гарри

Harry disassemble piece by piece, and now can not collect,
and even all the king's men,
can not distinguish between the legs of the hands,
legs at the hands ....
crumpled part of the image is incomparable,
the sun played in the flood,
pitfalls of fire and carved it up ...
but we did not find bread in the kingdom of flies,
failing to distinguish from the pangs of flour ...
in cold blood, the waves still,
sailing into the sunset of the world, which is true is not new,
true because in the grain and not otherwise ...
the rescue of drowning the handiwork and legs ...
scattered handfuls at the corners
Now the bones do not gather
and even all the king's men can not distinguish between the legs at the hands ..