Текст песни Икар - Он звал, а мы стояли на месте

The smell of burning - symbol sunset
inflames the hearts of resentment and bitterness
of our dreams at burnt paper.
We reserve the right to " be " doomed us to hate
creator without a face , which giveth doubt .

Come on, we need to go .
I will hold your hand
most of the horizon
through the cracks of the kingdom of Morpheus .
So far we have not caught
and scorched face ,
Promise me that no one is born .
We - the creator of the car .