Текст песни Morаlis - Пока районы спят

Light from the lantern, cup of coffee on the table
In the dusk, the monk writes rows on the wall
Children have long been tightly sleeping in their cradle
Only my eyes are quietly watching Akapella
While the districts sleep I will burn bridges
Canopy in the subconscious to dump white sheets
height is afraid of one who has fallen from the top fell
But only a strong spirit is chosen from the circles of hell
While the areas are sleeping someone produces poison
someone fry bitches the sounds of wall lamps
like agate Christie someone burns on a sheet
falls like white snow under sadness hides laugh
Sound Syarance Syarance Woke Migraine
my head poured down in a mig lazy
Fully deer of lost snotes
Good night my son, I close the door

While the districts sleep I will burn bridges
No one has come for my canvas
While areas I will build a monastery
Quietly watching movement from height.