Текст песни Nick White - Тихое в мёртвое

Rising from the bottom, I had a dream suddenly
In it I was free, I was there Nevis.
If in space, on Mars, though pepelats ..
I would be glad if he was in the palm, not the eye.
But beautiful story, interrupted by dampness phrases.
Glanced frame weight fall upon you.
And leaving the platform, I tore the car
From a galaxy of windows that looked upon hundreds of centuries.
Hoarse voice lies, ordered: & quot; Hold & quot;
Sharpen the knives were taken into Hell life.
But I'm not a simpleton, your business farshmak.
World is shrouded in darkness, in your souls mess.
Fingers tightly in his fist. My true - your enemy.
Black life tavern announced intermission.
But you just the pages fate of Mrs.
How to stay alive? If you can tell me ...

It's not just the sound of the strings.
Not just the music app.
Quiet penetration moons
Their dead environment.
This is not a dog barking.
This is not nonsense from vertigo.
It is a quiet howling wolf packs
In the dead sky to defeat.