Текст песни Максим Панин - Иллюминации

Here they are light bulbs: white, red.
Those in the sky have long gone.
We searched for other light sources.
Only they are not, but now ...

Decorated as illuminations.
The heart with the traces left by the fingers,
Strangers who could not be allowed
And even more so to trust.
It is a pity that underfoot is not sand
So that you can dissolve and forget
Stay, turn into a heavy stone,
And you can safely drown

Sunset.
Again.
The light leaves
But there is no point in screaming.

Not a bit has changed.
Only small scratches were added.
There is not one on the body:
All of them hid in the soul deep.
You can argue to hoarseness in the throat.
Just how much more you need to survive the pain.
It pecks the gut, like black jam.
All this is your lies.

Sunset.
Again.
The light leaves
But there is no point in screaming.

I don't believe you, but it hurts so
How can you sit calmly
When a handle from a living body sticks out.
But isn't that what everyone wanted.
You can always ask about what is not.
Makes your answer to think.
And you can fix everything, but it's too late.
Bitch heart, like the earth freely freezed.

Sunset.
Again.
The light leaves
But there is no point in screaming.

Sunset.
Again.
The light leaves
But there is no point in screaming.