Песочные люди - Боль моя
текст песни

My pain, my share
whose colts are directed to the head
it was not the one, or they cherished
Then they will be outlined with chalk shoe in the whites.
Festival without drying flocks
Sarafami Skrora from Paradise
spraying in search of the essence
with loved ones on the same way
Tear nets there is no fear
chopping a cube of a ruby torn a shirt
yes, well, they gasp, hut
and cries in front
Build salted intrigues
Eyes were frozen with tears
Through the threads do not pull
Freech of the wick to tear
on the platoon flags of torches
On the flank of the angels in impudent
With naked truth, freedom is given
Those who are opposite to the muzzle
With barking, evil retreats to the edge
our roofs that became higher
Sand closer to the birds
Igaged and far from red
Lubricated passengers
Off -roads grown up
and wrinkles are burned on faces
We called up and did not extinguish
in foam in soap in the field in dust
shattered from the peaks to shallow
There was a good strength
but the insomnia did not leave Shtil
face to face
Large portion of fried sun
without sensing soils without seeing the shores
whose path was more shorter without words
we must have time and not in a hurry
It’s late to gold metal if it oxidized
Who is worried without risk
and who is smiling with the threat of the temple
Who is worried without risk
and who is smiling with the threat of the temple