Текст песни Snuff - Птица с хрустальными крыльями

Blood on his hands, clothes everywhere,
Big kitchen knife - ticket & quot; & quot ;. anywhere
Blankly waiting for a miracle,
Inability to understand that it's forever.
Fragments of the former life, which no longer exists,
Scattered around the room, covered in blood.
On the blade of the knife - an otherworldly light,
And these moments are called love ...
There is no hope to change anything,
I own hand tore the thread of fate.
I chose for myself this way,
And now I do not roll with it.
The vision of the bird with the crystal plumage,
In the mind there is no more space compassion.
The vision of the bird with the crystal plumage,
In the mind there is no more room excuses.
I see flickering on the border of consciousness ...
Way ... ... mind blurred ...
The error rate of ... ... deviation ...
There is no hope to change anything,
I own hand tore the thread of fate.
I chose for myself this way,
And now I do not roll with it.
The vision of the bird with the crystal plumage,
In the mind there is no more space compassion.
The vision of the bird with the crystal plumage,
In the mind there is no more room excuses.