Текст песни 7емь - Лёд

There is no one to believe more
Tired hands rub against the cold shackles.
your fingers warm ...
Engine oil pressure ... Flows of words.
I'd like to avoid seeing the ringing of glasses, remain blind
(Staying with emptiness ... one on one)
Cut his hand by shrapnel, do not worry, he will not die!
(Under our feet broken ice)

Ice .Lёd ... ... And with each second running out of time!
Make a step!
Boas!
My throat in a tight loop!
I am your enemy!
Do not look!
Those on the wings, which at the back!

We walk with you on the ice,
Forgetting about the past, wiping the soot from his face.
Throw your hands in the ashes, I'm ready!
I want to scream, but his throat scored pollen!
Our bright colors will drain the mud on the wall ...
(Ask me it is too late)
Turning into dozens of luminous stars!
(Your question ... the question ... the question!)

Question ... .. ice ... And the time comes to an end by the second!

Make a step!
Boas!
My throat in a tight loop!
I am your enemy!
Do not look!
Those on the wings, which at the back!

And the ice cracked, I'm trying to hold your breath!
Your silence and desperate cry, we're here by accident!
And water is already touches the skin, it experiences a shock!
It paralyzes the body. He tried to jump, but could not!
Hooked over the edge of a thin glass, broken ice!
I do not feel your hands, it is cold!
Under my feet I felt rocks fell to the bottom!
Top silver, dim light ...
I fell to the bottom.
Top dim light ...
I fell to the bottom ...
I can not breathe! ALL!

Make a step!
Boas!
My throat in a tight loop!
I am your enemy!
Do not look!
Those on the wings, which at the back!
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