Текст песни HeadSource - Кусочком стекла

pieces of glass to hold on asphalt
To the sounds of pain overshadow the quiet world
I'm fed up with the poetics of battle
And the leaves of autumn full
Why did everyone suddenly sang this fall
When generations NEXT
For a long time, and particularly the roof moves down
With or without

When my time will
Then pour down the tears from his eyes

You do not have time to look at this world
I do not regret all the airs

I know that Om is not seen with the eyes
Let Staffa in you will be in a million
Beautiful red paint steel
Those faces that makes life heavenly
I'm fed up with the poetics of battle
And the leaves of autumn full
World - miserable in my boat Ocean
Fate and a little bit of love