Текст песни Джем - Чёрным по белому

In black and white wings formed
In the crosshairs weary swords.
You do not believe it - it's just rain,
That scattered ashes shoulders.

What happened there? And who will disassemble ...
Wings of their camouflage cloak,
Just because they beat some reason navzlet,
And the funeral of a cold stream.

Tale - not painful, terrible reality,
So we were taught to forget about everything.
We passed on the world of men,
They are also taught how to kill us.

The fingers do not tear, but simply dew.
Pain - a black flame of heaven.
That is his stone spit
Memory - immortality blind revenge.

Black Wings curse name,
And do not care, that breaks down to cry.
Our house burned down, the dead are singing,
So why do we ever alone?

Breakable line - along the arms.
If you think death - this is a dream,
I have these dreams and enemies will not give up.
Life, like the board, will not be then.

Is there - in the take-off arms
Arrows cut through the whirlwind of the day?
No coast of the latter River
If not, when do I sing?

And so it happens Black fracture
The white line wing poluvzmaha.
By the way what I mean ... of course, sleep.
Dust under the feet of the road lay.

In black and white wings sunset.
I dopoyu you - otpoy for me.
Death, like life, was not to blame.
Jester mask - two flying wing.