Текст песни soulsadpoet x mirymir - на моих руках

painting a marker lines on your face
I once again holding a book in his hand with the last scoundrel
disappearing bridges
disappear and you
try to understand
What Dreams May Come
vopominaniya pouring into sheets
try to understand
What Dreams May Come

and I do not need the wind
I do not need every breath
I know what I'm holding
who shore
and what awaits me

in the eyes of doubt
wind with time
love Loss
It burned to the ground
on my hands
on my hands

We'll frolic like children,
Blurring in the palms themselves,
Continue to run and change addresses,
Do not try to understand,
Not trying to meet stretching into the distance the train.
The escalation of the senses will awaken from sleep, just lie binds us as a tourniquet, as the spring.

And cold boulders break the silence.

Give me a hand, while there is time,
Somknite in his arms, if still believe.
In your eyelashes hundreds of thousands of potions,
Catch me, I know you have time.

Ardent phrase beating against the walls,
Biting into the body,
The wind is waiting for his shift,
We need to keep shooting at a target,
Shooting at a target,
Shooting at a target