Singer: The GROTTO

We must build here happiness mobile

How can someone who has never loved convey through words the beginnings of love?

Strength is needed to support the weight of stretchers.

Worse than seasickness - always the same view from the window,
Terrible calloused feet when sat up so that he could not catch up,
Measured quiet days - for us it is a special way of torture
Worse of the storm and the snow captivity, long viscous satiety...

Someone is calling outside the window of a warm bed for the city.
There beyond the river is far resounds the music of our camp.
Terrible rain and thunderstorms ringing silence not abandoned rooms,
Electronic sounds ready-made answers worse military horn.

They would have to strip, but one does not take into account -
No courts and laws we will not sue you for the love and dream!
They wanted to intimidate us, to break and envelop despair
But any despair only strengthens the heart muscle nights.

In the city your, in my, darkness and decay.
In different submarines live, but in one pot.

I will come to let you know that you can just take and come...

My bride of metro made, and...

Life encircles in the history of the date
Disasters in black rings.
Not to find fault,
As for the wingspan of volunteers.

I'm rod, the carrier support for the world
My death is a bluff, that's cool advertised.
The body in the meat, the enemy's supply of ammunition was exhausted,
But I will continue in everything touched.

On a lonely stop is empty, the street Gypsies lived.
The winding and dark path was that you are so drawn here?
All the past let's cut this, these demons are lying on the dump,
But nights my seaside visits from the past Stalker.
It was me, with a hood children's eyes and black eyebrows.
This kid never asks him not to bring pressure on the conscience.
This whole world is wild and snarling, it is empty, like a scorched island.
Only you are, stranger, stranger, but only near an adult.

On a lonely stop is empty, the street Gypsies lived.
The winding and dark path was that you are so drawn here?
All the past let's cut this, these demons are lying on the dump,
But nights my seaside visits from the past Stalker.
It was me, with a hood children's eyes and black eyebrows.
This kid never asks him not to bring pressure on the conscience.
This whole world is wild and snarling, it is empty, like a scorched island.
Only you are, stranger, stranger, but only near an adult.

Dark night, the maze we with eyes closed.
Who's this whisper tells us the way?
Stubbornly to the call we are going, but he just moves away
But recognize ourselves in this call, when you do not feel your legs.