Текст песни Kambodge - Пантомима

Grotesque image of silence
Destroys all living things
Again and again you are silent
Don't say a word

We will share in half with you all the options for destinies
The wormy fruit of our love lies on a platter

And do not hold ...
Miserly dreams of a knife

I'm in a pantomime of my feelings and I won't be back soon
I can't reach myself, I clogged all the pores

Happiness cliché
Scars
In our soul
And outside
We are all alike in our dissimilarity of bodies
And desires
Things that you absolutely do not need

All that remains is to flee from their defeats
I could never lie to my reflection

Can't hold ...
Miserly dreams of a knife

Rip out her wings against her will to suffer
Her desire to burn in the rays of her dreams
Hope will die
Like cracked ice

Happiness cliché
Scars
In our soul
We are all alike in our dissimilarity
And everyone is right in their justification
There is no cure for loneliness
In our soul
And outside
We are all alike in our dissimilarity of bodies
And desires
Things that you absolutely do not need

I'm in a pantomime of my feelings and I won't be back soon
I can't get through to myself, I clogged all the pores ...