Текст песни Sonrisa - Кто-то заперт в своем портрете

Someone locked in his portrait,
Like Dorian Gray Wilde.
And the other travels around the world
And preys on people.

Someone horror existent breathing
Because of the monsters in her closet;
Someone sea veil Shakes
His lies as the spirit.

World crazier fiercely and easier
Than solid childhood us;
He whips the brains every day,
Hysterical, pyanok up in the trash.

He breaks into our souls,
Corrupts them, barking, angry,
Time after time, flogs and scents,
And while the eye looks.

We are obedient, like sheep to the slaughter:
That slipped - and then zhrem.
Relocate themselves in the running and war
In those roads, scorching fire.

We now do not understand the ideas,
But after two decades,
Once on the bunks, in Durkee
Or in the same cafe & quot; & quot ;, Cuvette

We understand that the world is not playing:
It is for us only target armor.
Say, I'm here vayayu verses? ..
No. In fact - they told me.

04/08/12
(C) Sonrisa