Singer: Gorod 312

And nobody around
This is my only knock on the old gate
And no one here,
It is only your footprint, I don't care who you are.

My angels left heaven,
But to return to the earth forgotten.

Looking for a way out - fell into the abyss,
To stay the feelings of hurt pride.
Not the lights go out, glowing volume.
And everyone, from what breaking?
None of us are free, unless.
Why memory stubbornly teasing
On the strings with your fingers casually.

A cold wind comes in the night
When you're wrung out and de-energized.

Help me! My heart is burning
On fire nepomukshell wounds, on the coals from empty insults.
Help me! My tears dry,
Glue the wreckage of my Universe, a drop of faith inside leave.

Even under the skin has a pulse,
And we have to live.

Out of reach.
Consciously
Out of reach we.

At the end of the tunnel a bright light, and I go.
Going on scorched grass, on thin ice.
Don't cry, I pain not afraid... it's not there.

I don't know where the points are marked.
Too hard to believe in all this...
In return I offer nothing more
But the most recent losses.

Where's my house of sand is unfinished?
He probably could not stand the wind.
Why are we so powerless sometimes
Before his goal in centimeters?

I'm more, maybe I won't, maybe I'll stay...
Will remain ashes on lips,
Will remain flame in the eyes,
In your hands breath of wind.
Remains of snow on his cheek,
Will remain a light in the distance,
I have for you will remain light.

Do not try to understand what happened to me
And no need to approach me.
I am not against contacts with the other party
But today I can not hold back.

In her eyes such sadness...
And the ocean of unfulfilled desires.
And beside her the summer by chance
Fell asleep on the expanded couch.

Hypnosis, your body, your eyes, your voice.