Текст песни Джем - Вальс Крыльев

Wings lifted by the wind, do not cry for me
And in his hands not nails , and lines and strings
You know , the habit of going to war -
It is older than the brush to write runes

Better you yearn for the vast worlds
About amber sunsets and pale dawn
I still do not sing on your feasts
Anyway, I go for a half-step to death

This is a memory - a trembling note in the night
The one that drives me , stopping in the chord
Look at me, if you see , be silent
And my eyes , if you will glance - remember

Where the desert reality , there brook guards
In order to water overflowing bowl
If you remember me , hope on the ice
This is my memory , and our farewell

Even a drop in the night does not bother you
A place where the fire where scarlet rage
I leave alone, and steel snake
On my wrist caught and remained

I broke no wings , broke me
But the tear and the star between his fingers ukroyu
And live, surrounded by a wall of fire
And it's true , of course, I 'll come back for thee