Текст песни Lamia Morra - Сети

Somewhere on the other end of the country ,
Beyond the edge of your land
His fingers touched the glass -
There burn his ships .
And he was alone , as howling ,
And already hopelessly drunk
Prisoner of the network, but as a living
Looking at a blank screen .

And somewhere it - and cry bleed -
He's waiting for a call from her .
White bird wings broke
On the verge of its ceiling.
Open windows empty mouths -
Not dokrichatsya and not see through .
She burned the bridges behind them ,
She was no longer asked to sing .

She was waiting for a call from him ,
And he went to war.
Belenky handkerchief and beacon light .
She was at the network in captivity.
Open old wounds codes -
Another wooden stake .
A scar on his veins he's a veteran ,
And she needs an injection network .

In this network, no one is holy -
Prophets do not have cars.
She laughs softly , and he was crucified ,
In the eyes - mark tires.
Somewhere on the other end of the country ,
Beyond the edge of your land
His fingers touched the glass -
There burn his ships .