Текст песни джес и дир - Я у ветра прошу совет

Our eyes looked up to the sky
Our hands were reaching up
The voices of the seas by the way
Overlapping years on top.

Scraps of the universe islands
Completed the last circle
Along the river, an open vein,
The birds fly south.

Spread the branches of history
It smelled like a bookish burning sense,
The winds are spotless
They lead to the crematorium.

A pink sunset fell serenely
The field bent down to the ground
And a freeway untouched by anyone
Drowning, floating in the distance.

The clouds have eaten away your actions
You are talking phantasmagoric nonsense
The sun does not rise for the third day,
I ask the wind for advice.