Hands weaving lines and we're in the middle of the worlds
We will each receive the sunrise on the extinguished cells
From sparks to thousands of bonfires
Previously, they did not know how
Breathe on faded dreams
Master the walls four spaces
To write out a sign
On the hands of building forecasts for the future of us
The system of all these streams for gray people
The same smiles
The sky will rise from the point, will wait at the end
But not everyone will take in himself
It was so conceived by the worlds that they don't forget to breathe
Ashes of past years
We would do the same with you
Drive around samsara, but without a ticket
Count this truth in thousands of dense instances, entrances and windows
Worlds entering from the apartments of the cranial and from the backs opposite
Here they crush a smile, taking the perception of light for granted from our hands
That, as it will certainly give us life, will also scroll into the return line, taking away the mirages
Myriad possible paths, leaving only the light of alms at the end
All minutes the face on the stove will change, not notice, fall asleep in the hustle and bustle
Even without closing your eyes, thousands of lines will not close into one
Wait but, unable to bear to flare up, burning those bridges that were waiting for the fire
Chorus:
When it lights up in the sky, then the fifth sun of the outskirts to illuminate
We will leave our rooms to continue the swim.
By the river of time
And when the sky opens in the palms of the earth
We, feeling that we will open the bolts more and go out, but not here
After all, here, floors, closed thoughts under the ceiling will begin to die
Despite their strength, doubts that everything should be as God showed
Passwords for life passwords for existence, the truth is somewhere inside the shell
But we, frozen in monitors, complain - how can we not forget the password
But you shouldn't wake up in the morning if you don't die of sighs.
Examples that were in heaven, only wind streams will open the window
Here, against the hands that deliberately closed themselves, giving out a portion of pain
To show that you can live without loving, but is it worth it
There is no way to redeem life for two, fitting the horizon into one
I will try on all the masks and set 21 free to look for a new motive
For you I will remain myself, for myself I will remain what I was once not me
Immediately, the dispenser through the veins lets more and more streams of strangers, opening the valves
Launching in myself these volleys of myriad claims for life
I will close your eyes with the coins that gave me dreams for a ferryman, wherever we are
I conjure, breathe and admit to yourself that you are not in the abyss, looking you, doomed your "I" to the campaign
The shot is fired from the board, this is a batch of thoughts that crown the move
