Текст песни sCorThix - Полиморфия

In the middle of the road in a rusty boat
I sit with the oar and watch
How fast the skyscrapers are built,
And I dream of going up

Beeps of cars, words from the sidelines
A heavy stone from the stern,
'Cause I'm only concerned about heaven
Rowing all day from morning to dark

Around the wax candle figures,
Run, burn and gradually melt
Sometimes it seems they are alive
It’s a pity that they warm the air for so short

A little time, they all burn out
Here is a handful of ash, drops of wax
In the meantime, their lights sparkle
In the ice of my pupils a little

Spring will come, I will turn into a puddle
I won’t add a frame to the world’s tape,
And in a day - I’ll completely evaporate,
But before that I won’t leave the thought of heaven