Cold Design - Последний Романс
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Let go, leave
Their hands are merciless
Windness black than night
And sins behind him
Ice spiral
The waves are circular
I reached for the world of the living
Cold river

Stop tormenting yourself
Meaningless pain
After all, not an exit is an underlog
In order to live
If this is movement
What have you chose, it means
The circle is paved and closed
And you can't be saved

You hear, the voice calls
For a long time
He has been waiting for a long time
Waiting for you to take
That "freedom" that will become
New blood with a sign
Then you will understand
Then you will understand everything

Your world, your deafening ending
The predecessor of the coming emptiness
Cities stood out of the grave plates
Crosses rose on plowed fields
And squeezed by the bark of the icy
You stand over the abyss and look into the distance
You will get back behind you
In a deep moat, a cruel spiral.

Age of crazy speakers
How summer rain is fleeting
And do not rely in tears
On the tablets of fate
This dilapidated, lost world
Regret, not eternal
And you can't go back
Prayers will not help

In the labyrinths of underground passages
My appearance has forgotten spring
Echoes of prophetic dreams
From dark to dawn, without rest and sleep
In bright flame, hot heat
Writing out of their age
And there will be no nightmares in darkness
If tomorrow the war does not wake up again

It is impossible to breathe
When there is no oxygen
Only soot and burning
The atmosphere of the soul
In this pool with a dead
There can be no ford
And in crooked mirrors
There is no clear face.

Apparently, it was always destined
Not easy for a vision
Break through the flame and smoke
Through the barriers on the way
And clinging to the ground with his whole body
Rushing reinforcements
We need to look for a way out
Where it is impossible to find it

On roads forgotten by the gods
We all will go to the sky once
To soar in clouds like birds
And shine in the embroidery
I will not be your tears
I want to be cool rain
Tearing heart pain
And longing for me

You are not sleeping in vain at night
And you curse fate
Stop burying me
Do not rush to lament
I, as before, will return back
Nonsense, you know
In order to snuggle up to you
And hug tight.

Far, far
On mountain peaks
At the very edge
Rocky ridge
On whipped with a snowstorm
And a cold of feather beds
Cold flower
Sees prophetic dreams
The throne of the Symbol of the mountains
Surrendered by winds
Evil dog-stone
Let it be guarded to him
But the one who touches
Budon with hands
Peace and hope
He will find in the soul

The heart is broken on the cliff
Heaven is a groan overhead
Just touch Edelweiss
And beat home alive

And we are all in a hurry
Behind your shadows
Sometimes tearing
Under the hand of the banner
Harsh gray
Weekdays, over the years
They seized all pity
From our names
Halt, march
We are used to fighting
In the heat of forgetting
About the simplest
And a proud flower
The despising the sun
Remained
Unrealizable sleep

The heart is broken on the cliff
Sky vault overhead
Just touch Edelweiss
And live alive home.

Snow penetrates under clothes
Through holes in the armor
We bored hope in vain
No winners in that war
Cartridge in the clip of a pistol
It will put an end forever
Fasten, people, summer is soon
Which will never

The peals of thunder sounded
We still have no one to blame
We all learned each other
What is there, where to sleep, how to bury
No one will give an answer
Whose first shot was then
Fasten, people, summer is soon
Which will never

Now look around late
Poploro is strewn back
And the stars do not shine underground
And upstairs - pitch hell
Cold crypt - my planet
Dressed in an ostra
And, like a curse, dreams of summer
Which will never be.

My flesh is like a burned book
In a string of Berlin bonfires
My life is an expensive intrigue
At the epicenter of open tenders
Someone scares and strangles below
Turning wires in the chest
Someone crushes me to my soul
Squeezing the remains of shame

My pain is from a dream