Текст песни Plastika - Миядзаки

And disappearing into the abyss, I looked for the Words, as if
Whether it is stones or sand. Fly from the west to the east
My petal is a riddle, drink everything without a trace
You fly, fly, petal To Glastonberry or Woodstock

I give up you won
You leave so beautifully
Leaving blood on the sheet
Pyramids are molded from bodies.
I give up, I'm a loser.
I could not in the present
Give the past a new round
You fly, fly, petal.
It's a sun without warmth
We are shards without glass
Nothing inside, nobody around
It's high time for us
It's high time to leave
No one inside, Nothing around.

The wind laughs, the wind grows stronger
I remain on the verge of despair.
The wind is sad, the wind is barely breathing
The aroma of blossoming cherries sleeps.

Dog head,
As in Miyazaki's fairy tale
Red tongue on glass
You're in a cold, dark corner, yeah.
You smear the walls with verses
With words about the universe
can you say something?
A billion years ago.