Текст песни Lila von Grau - Заводной портной

Clockwork tailor

Flap across
West, north, south, east.
Gul Trampled roads.
In this wise silence
Heart proud you are to me
Cutting at the bottom.

Thread a needle, necks slowly.
The seam is thin, like the soul of love.

Heal wounds, sutures
And my soul traits
not alive and not dead.
On the needle all the gifts
how you collect beads,
My name illumine.

The canvas of the day, for a loop the loop,
Think of me ...

Clockwork tailor necks my fate.
Call any price for it.
I cut out an unprecedented come true.
Gillette to me, tailor Wings.

Hush, barely audible sound of the needle.
Touching hands spell.
The game, trying to gently,
Vienna-thread is woven.
Your Breath me
Enveloped in a reality-parchёy.
Under your heart
I wake up, barely breathing.
Shay, slowly, necks, slowly.

Clockwork tailor necks my fate.
Call any price for it.
I cut out an unprecedented come true.
Gillette to me, tailor wings.