Текст песни pure morning - 4

Fog over the grave, sparkles a tear
I will not forgive my red eyes today
Save the rope and all your razors
Can come in handy to me on the battlefield

Noticing you with snow, the trail disappears
Sorry for mistakes, I'm so stupid
As soon as spring - I will put a rose
And it may meet the first thunderstorms with you.

You do not dream of me already, and spring in Zenith
Remember we have done thread through each other
Tension is not what was then
the threads are not eternal, it does not happen forever

The sun burns the brains, ate memories
Drugs expanded the boundaries of consciousness
In his eyes - the sky, and in hand - cigarette
They say, there is no more portrait on the grave.