Текст песни TurboDiesel - Сквозь запотевшее стекло

Mixed paint on the end of his days,
Blurred contours as ghosts ideas.
Still flowing from the lips of pairs -
Nabat is silent - he said.
Where indifferent breath of winter ...
There's a rainbow tears scattered showers.
There's Eating dirt wind and ice,
And the beast shadow flickered at the gate.

I see everything through the misted glass.
I do not care I do not care, but ...
Sometimes frost razrisuy all -
Frost raspishet misted glass!

Left his mark on the baseboard roads -
It sowed green moss spores.
Staggering in hand, on the edge, I'm going,
And groans hunger ruthlessly soul.

I am enough of a cough can not.
He does not let go, and I'm his soul.
Salted red foam breathes death.
Into droplets on glass afraid to look.

I see everything through the misted glass.
I do not care I do not care, but ...
Sometimes frost razrisuy all -
Frost raspishet misted glass!

Mixed paint on the end of his days,
Blurred outlines how the ghosts of past ideas.
All thoughts are broken, so sultry bitter pairs.
Nabat silent in the silence - he said.