Эспонтаньос - слепой
текст песни

I look around the street with a look:
Sunny, cloudy, joyful.
And I, like a lock from the door,
for which there is nothing
For which only emptiness.
Because of the sinus, I’ll be a darkest heart,
To crumble in the fingers,
In dark brown fingers,
and in useless eye sockets,
non -doubtful ones,
And from unwillingness to be born.
It burns vividly at me
A thin, burning thread.
will give me eternal peace
If at some moment
will be able to reflect in me
In my useless eye socket,
It will illuminate me from the inside.
Squeeze my hand tightly in the palm of your hand
Squeeze your eyes and do not look.
We jump in a row "three".
We fall ...