Текст песни Grungie - Тонкие нити

Thin strands

Hands are tired,
Midnight stared goggle-eyed,
Rain, storm.
Similarly, sure - you will not believe,
White snow lay on the ground.

The evening will heal,
Day cripple,
At night, shielding,
In the morning he will wash.
hard shoulder
Now a scientist too.
Yassen day, as the day,
The shadow fell on the fence.

Ask why
The wells of the White Nights
I'm leaving. I'm nobody,
I see no one,
Like a prophet.
At the end of any of the roads
Loomed ghostly sense,
As the thin filaments.

The new life
Care - just hold on.
Now, too late, I think.
I only knew.
Big Nothing,
I remember that,
That will happen,
At the end of the road of the cross.