Текст песни Keava - Nova

our names are low tongue,
Feed sharks.
we have changed their sound on the hiss of foam,
And the strokes of the shimmering night, and the peaks are puppies. Their caresses will erase our smoked smell.
so burns fire
How we have never
Not buried.
Our names are fed the fire, smokyat and tick off the sky,
Sparks are sparks.
We no longer heard their sound - the one that thundered inside with such significance, the one that was heard at the level of other people's soles.

The one thundered chains is hard, in gilding.

Our names blame blue in the battery of passports and are treated with a thin jet to those who left for a long time, left us forever. The dryer is the environment of plastics and stone, froze in the burial plate ...

Nobody will come for us.
We deceived eternity.