Текст песни Или - Осколки

We are divine vase
Pile of cored fragments.
All the invisible pattern is associated
But why so lonely?
Why do these walls tel?
Why do these towers of self-concerts?
Why than we are closer
Through each other too much?

Heart corners are doomed to smolden,
Cooling steam in words.
Kiss ringing copper,
Many sounding kimval.

Oil tears of others greedily stolen,
So that the lamp does not go to infect.
Sorry, I sound kimval!
Go, I'm ringing copper!

We like knitting needles in the wheel -
So far from each other on the rim,
But, approaching the axis,
We are getting closer and between sobody.
But everyone misses the axis itself
And the chariot rushes into the abyss,
Four-shaped foal -
White, red, crane and pale.