Текст песни gtcyz - песня

Millions of miles

Words unworthy of sound are not worthy of sound.
We are not connected, are not confused by the trawl,
but you hold mine, and I am your hand.

There is no time to be not what you need; forget about lipstick and beads.
Only touch with your tongue
And I will lead you in new courses.

And there will be no place where there will be chances to hide beyond the radius of your feelings.
I'm far northwest, but you have learned to last millions of miles around.

You are probably from a planet where people scream with barely quivering lips.
No need to play and switch places.
You don’t care about the nuances, I pull jeans from you.

Scraps of love like pages from a book - a heap flying through the air.
For each of your "Stealth" I have my own "MIGs."
I promised not to be captured, but the gunpowder was over.