Vspak:
We arrange trekking dreams
We become creatures without manias,
We fly, we do not need anything.
Like dissolve in large eclairs,
Prop up the stone door, so no one entered,
This dreamy colors and no one here can poniknut,
Try us penetrate his innermost loopholes
Dreams in you, you in your dreams, something in the style of the socket,
Sex between you and your day-dreams,
In this world, your favorite flowers, for example mimosa,
Vkoly larger dose, you can even peredoznutsya dreams
There's no waste rock,
Unexplored given in your open spaces,
Just villains and fools moralists,
To hell with the anarchists, they do not destroy our glorious World,
You can call the court of dreams,
It does not comprehend sea,
We wake up, go, hang up.
Alina:
Stub sky eats eyes,
Immunity sends his reproach.
How long have signed an agreement
With the Devil
With inner devil.
The fitted melancholy sitting perfectly,
It lies perfectly,
Dancing with timidity,
Trampled aspirations -
And everything flawlessly.
Everything is fleeting.
Dreams - at the end.
And, no, do not turn back.
Why is water everywhere?
We are drowning? -
No, get out.
Gnawing teeth
Claws dig to a distant dream.
She screams and squirms,
Blooded.
But she feels
So, live -
That's the main thing.
This is the most important thing.
We - the latter-day criminals.
And one day of dream stolen fate.
But while on the road poles
And the path paved with burning grass.
We fall asleep,
We swim again in dreams,
And tomorrow again in the battle.
Music: Dustin O'Halloran - Opus 37
