Текст песни ГРОТ - Открытый космос

Some of the Grotto:
Cold flickering at the top of a century of peace,
My diamond sky, tell me who I am.
Silence and answer me if memory erased,
But I'm looking your way through the compression in the chest and throat.

In the world of search puzzles glowing filaments,
I close my eyes and the envelope of Jupiter.
I can see the constellations and their breathing Heed,
But I found nothing in the morning back to the ground.

The mystery will remain secret and will only get stronger,
But this is only a big heart whispers about the search.
And do not try to hold, wrap up in a cloak,
It is better to walk on deadlocks, than not to try at all.

We do not take your spitting out word of mouth,
There our tale, and we go out to create it.
Only after the death of the cosmos will respond, who was very close,
When our graves are cut bluish snow.