Текст песни materic - если солома высохла, она загорится

light of your eyes
could illuminate
the fact that despite the
causes blindness
Lift the crypt
and to the foot lay
All that before the blood
You clutched in their fists
All that we have sirens
trembling walls
all cozy
alarm stamping of the feet of the gilded gates
that turn into smoke
peatlands
reality
wash off
the smell of depression
it has no place
for a rainy day