Текст песни Унганга - На руках

The crystal of your dilated pupils
Mirages of colorful illusions
We flew nowhere
January covered fresh footprints
We are like shameless cats
We never got out of bed
Imprisoned in hours for a century
Feathers entangled in hair
Our time stopped
And I forgot other names
My cold moon
Kept me in its sights

I will become the smoke of your cigarettes
I will become the scent of smoldering grass

I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms

Don't sleep, I haven't invented new dreams
Under a blanket of quiet words
Our summer froze to death
I guarded you with the scent of wormwood
Watching you staring at my back
Through the barrel of a gun
And I forgot everything I wrote
Your fairytale stars
Stick to me like burdock
Pupils your dilated crystal
In my tired head
If only it weren't too late

I'll become the smoke of your cigarettes
I'll become the smell of smoldering herbs

I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms

I'll become the smoke of your cigarettes
I'll become the smell of smoldering herbs

I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms
I so want to die in your arms