Текст песни Paint the Morning - Кассиопея

will be the right holiday to smoke gardens
Blue-eyed lace unearth traces
not left in childhood
Puzzles of darkness
Dip the eyelids
and my country's skeleton

find me
Among the empty cells
Correspondence
ringing bicycles
Delighted
feeling of the first sky
And then see
On my conversion of the body
What is mutilated inside
In your hand is not tired yet
and then sotra

will be the right holiday to smoke gardens
Blue-eyed lace unearth traces
not left in childhood
Puzzles of darkness
Dip the eyelids
and my country's skeleton

Crown of sad summer
lies serpentine over the city
Cassiopeia
Posses are confused in the sky contours
invincible feeling
which is not
in a stone heart
Your architecture
Living life
on the cemetery of weak ideas

will be the right holiday to smoke gardens
Blue-eyed lace unearth traces
not left in childhood
Puzzles of darkness
Dip the eyelids
and my country's skeleton

Not going in the body of the Spirit
not reborn light triumph
in ghetto void
Being a sad summer

Not going in the body of the Spirit