Текст песни Мёртвые художники - Цунами

It is mysterious as night,
suddenly as spring.
in the morning the city
is always the same .
Dreaming in her direction , I feel ...

Zeros on the graph,
the gulf between us.
Hang on the edge ,
not to pull .
and in the distance all the memories
the tsunami struck in the chest.

She came up with their own world,
and hid inside.
for mischief in her eyes
clear the fear of love.
Dreaming in her direction , I feel ...

Zeros on the graph,
the gulf between us.
Hang on the edge ,
not to pull .
and in the distance all the memories
the tsunami struck in the chest.

Zeros on the chart ..
Hang on the edge ..
and through distance
tsunami..udarami tsunami strikes ..

Zeros on the graph,
the gulf between us.
Hang on the edge ,
not to pull .
and in the distance all the memories
the tsunami struck in the chest.