Текст песни 10 000 вещей - Дэ

Pieces of lamps in my eyes it's you
This evening dust when the rain outside the window
Countless saints buried his light
And poor living went barefoot

In the corn mown yes on the first dew
On the cliff-top as the clouds float away
But, my dear, here we part
And in thy name I will call this region

Well-groomed hands will not be able to give us
Nothing but the smell of the night. In the morning
Looking at the last star in the sky
I avidly read you

You Dawn Butterfly, night butterfly I-
I can pretend that I do not have
This means that all the way home
I was flying stone to the light

Please, God, having raised this moment
I hang Orion's belt to her on the chest
I'm like a wounded warrior white steppe
In perhaps yes yes to the Lord somehow

Sky, tell us about those who have been here
Told about the songs that were born in the moonlight
On the wreaths, the impotence of innocent hearts
Everyone who touched the great virtue