Текст песни Neutral - Серп Кассиопеи

A string of years goes by
In some kind of interrupted flight
And essentially no one
And nothing happens.
And on some floor,
Without missing new fabrics
Another possible is already intertwined from distances.
From sweet and sour half measures
And amazing tricks
Transparent fairy caves,
Deserted quiet stops.
Fighting, rejoicing and mleya,
Crazy angel in prophetic dreams
From the strict importance of a fool,
Sculpting the sickle of Cassiopeia
In dank gray clouds.
And everything flows without fuss
By rusty black batteries
You are me, I am you
We will never grow old.
And we can not be heard in silence
And nobody knows our faces
No one is waiting, not inviting to a masquerade by the moon.
Melted into simple characters,
At the crossroads of restless
And all unfulfilled dreams
And all the undefeated wars.
Swim in a colorless round dance
Illusions, longing and delirium.
But nothing happens
And someone leaves
And essentially no one.