Текст песни Дино - О чём молчим

What is Silent About?
What are we looking for ??
The voices are getting quieter ...

Chorus
What we are silent about will come true.
And contrary to all, there are rays.
In the darkness of all our forgotten souls
We will never be scared.
Let the disease go round us
And if not a medication - heal the songs
And our memory will be eternal with those
Whose lives have stopped time.

I’ll write on the blank sheet all the mistakes
And repent of them having thrown the legs,
What year have the lighthouses not yet shone?
This world does not know where to go.
We fall under the golden mallets
To the mines and bridges that you cannot leave
Into the cobwebs and traps that flocks put in the way
And they say that there is no Paradise.
Who knows: we’ll lose or find, but it will be better,
When the clouds come together, washing away our sorrow and scars with rain.
The wounds are healed.
Even with closed eyes
We will go around the pits.
And household drama will not leave a trace.
And the most powerful poison.
And those who are waiting, and those who are under the thunder,
Early in the morning they will see on the doorstep of the house.

Chorus
What we are silent about will come true.
And contrary to all, there are rays.
In the darkness of all our forgotten souls
We will not when it will not be scary.
Let the disease go round us
And if not a medication - heal the songs
And our memory will be eternal with those
Whose lives have stopped time.

The birds of stone come to life
The wounds will heal.
Remember where we come from
And where are they waiting for us.
Make wings for yourself, fly!
This is the rainy season ticket for May.
Where not and never will be
Judges and Fates.
And remaking the world, remaking the world
People, and sorrow will not tear my wings,
And my candle will not go out.
Empty without receipts and turns.
Cherish her, she is alone, after all, this is life.
Stairs leading to the floors
Bright. If you know the measures there will not be hell.
May the sun shine on our balconies
May not a single tear fall on the perons.
And the news is that he is flying a black raven.
It will scatter along the answers, around.

Chorus
What we are silent about will come true.
And contrary to all, there are rays.
In the darkness of all our forgotten souls
We will not when it will not be scary.
Let the disease go round us
And if not a medication - heal the songs
And our memory will be eternal with those
Whose lives have stopped time.