Текст песни Ris Tyrell - Из одной материи

A quiet evening in his mind, and at the door
You are silent about something important
Closes throat whisper cry of alarm
Who are we? Let no one answer,
I I spread their nets
And you'll say once quietly

What we're made of the same matter,
We are with you...

Gunpowder in me needs to become explosion
Kiss and bitter smoke
Breathe life into me, not knowing the fire
Our life is not so terrible,
Alcohol mixed with blood
And the snow will be in the palm of an old pain

After all, you and I are made of the same matter,
We are with you...

Together, we paint the this city
In our favorite gray
And rain hung in the sky
In the next ten years
Let's be together alone,
Let's be together on the road
Autumn aimlessly, wander ...

After all, you and I are made of the same matter,
We are with you...