Текст песни The Guests - Ожидание

Opening his eyes, close your empty heart
The hair of your snow on your lips the bitterness of the bride's tears
In the mirror of your ice cold sea, bound body
And he does not care, as if it is not the sun warmed
You meet the sunrise and sail away looking black Under which went to war on your doomed
The waves wash away footprints in the sand and stones will turn your body will only wait for his tireless
as in a dream, buried at the bottom
With lead in my breast
Your eyes are like beacons
And the sailors come to them
Their ships are on them
And die from a strange love (2p)
Buried at the bottom of the sea will take so do not take sea will take you to sea so do not take
The sea will always
Your eyes are like beacons
And the sailors come to them
Their ships are on them
And die from a strange love (2p)
Buried at the bottom of lead in breast As in a dream