Текст песни Фиска Адвайта - Позади

There are those who are waiting for those who would be released.
I do not mean those on the Status of , and without which there is empty.
Friends - no trash , and love is not so simple ,
From the heart to the brain, and not vice versa - and without a catch.

Gray sky, rooftops get wet .
I am with them , and , you know, like a long way .
One step on thin ice ,
One point which would not sink at all.

Here , instead of plans so purely sketch.
And as well I would like to finish all -
With a happy face in the bright sun ,
With the one that wakes up next .

Survived or we survived - I do not understand .
What is important is whether each was this life, to sink ?
Not according to whether you are dried up , and God forbid you !
Ashes burn - blazing.

My world - a single candle . Fly ash .
This is only the beginning of a new path .
My reference point - you . And, most importantly , do not let ...

Offense later , goodbye before.
The world has always been good, never - ours.
Bright thoughts ... He loves to smear them .
A new day - a blank slate, white tablecloth .

Fall reading blogs Zhivago .
Do not hurry , because I hate the mud .
The weather is not established and does not care .
You know , someone destroys , and someone saves .

Such paronyms more than the poor in Bosnia.
I'll go , but only leaving something behind .
When the hands zatryasutsya from paranoia ,
An effort to remember my old number.

Chorus:
Behind passing day . How many of them will be now?
Lost thoughts now and we with it - as if a blank shot .
Behind passing day . How many of them will be now?
Lost thoughts now and we with it - as if a blank shot .

Whines under the sheets , if cold.
Loneliness hiding behind the mask of the crowd.
We are born and grow up under a toast .
Leave a toast , memory turns into dust.

The fate of our cool as we are in the hands of the cube - cube.
Life is crazy , as if filmed by Stanley Kubrick .
Infinity sign , I thought of the eternal.
Face as the two aircraft ( seen drunk Manager ) .

How empty of people , there is no soul in them.
Maybe once was yes flew bearing.
Perhaps this will be the outcome of lethal ,
But after his death - we will iPods bits .

Oh you did not write about himself did not sing .
So clearly touched the asymmetry of the walls.
Diseased liver and vshatanny immunity.
Everything okay with the head, but it is not so crowded .

The sun will illuminate the city at the zenith ,
But here we do not like, as Adams tells .
We would like to proudly look into the eyes of the family,
Love sin, but we are afraid to count them seven .

And for someone out there in hell boiling cauldron,
And I will ever go away ... We 'll all go !
Take my hand , let the time fly .
You know , I 'm afraid to be alone .

Exactly at 6:30 each weekday
Wake floorboards creaking beneath your feet .
The aroma of you in the sheets gives me stand up,
You - my car and joy , my opine paradise.

Reechki broken, forgotten promises
Another part of me died in despair.
It's not accidental that , a simple sketch,
Sudden onset , logical ending.

Did you hear at least once as a link silence ?
Shrill ringing through the inside through the back .
As if with an anguish crying string -
The soul that the flesh is so eager to leave .

Chorus:
Behind passing day . How many of them will be now?
Lost thoughts now and we with it - as if a blank shot .
Behind passing day . How many of them will be now?
Lost thoughts now and we with it - as if a blank shot .