Текст песни Memorials - Последняя глава

We break envelopes of unlocked letters
In search of death of flaming thirst,
In search of unacceptable
Where they were broken, but did not break one day.
We feel pain in the sips of hoarse.
We remember the crac clouded nearby.
Bloody com, the memory of the dead -
The fee for being survivors.

No more than a sketchy creaking
Before the perpetual silence of stone slabs
In exchange for spilled bitterness of longing
Above cold letters "Nobody is forgotten"
No more than a sharp grinding shovel
Under the memorial songs of cemetery birds
In exchange for torment at the grave fence,
Living in salts of wet eyelashes.

We break envelopes of unlocked letters
In search of death of flaming thirst,
In search of unacceptable
Where they were broken, but did not break one day.
Did not crash, did not crash ...
Lives, alive, alive ...

What does it mean to be quieter of water,
If my ocean in a rage storm
Mocks not a quiet song of fate,
Breaks rusty norms about the shore.
Trying to find holy start
Whose voice is still heard away
My ocean washes off the pier
And heats in attempts to escape ships.
We feel pain in the throats of hoarse,
We remember the crac clouded nearby.
Bloody com, the memory of the dead -
The fee for being survivors.