GilliA - 6. Долгое прощание
текст песни

You will recognize her by clothes
In the footsteps in the snow, in emphasis
New warfare newspaper ads
Through words and templates
Through double solid doors
Through the stretched thin nerves
And where even the walls are treated with the house
The boots on the steps left chalk
And the sun left leaving us alone

Less a chance to find icing under the snow
The sky was no longer after him and lips were numb
The tongue was rude, but the void chopped
Cod of breaking ice rumble of turbines
Under the whistle of the stands reality triumph
Both on both sides of the window glass
And it remains to scream your last song
Until the flame flares up from the rusty throat

Like a needle red -hot to the nucleus
Pulls the thread behind him, but does not sew
The trace goes behind the steps drags like a ballast
A string of days a series of incoherent syllables

It's time to run into the desert
On a large castle for every year of life
For such a long winter
You cannot hold your breath cannot arise
From nowhere as if
We were led by a flock of wolves in sheep's skins

But we should be easy
We have always been preparing for the worst
And the headlights pierced through
Like an X -ray
Through the nets of houses and chains

Shackles and cable channels
Through the gutter of the waste ditches
Through the alarm clogged to death
Through paper numbers
Through soft soft dreams
We rushed somewhere in the tunnel

Your fingers caught an abandoned wind
You seemed to touch the cars flying on the oncoming
Dark glasses covered their face
As if preparing pale skin for the future sun

When the engine roared gnawed
They saw the light at the end of the deaf mouse hole
He went around the horizon-Corridor-labyrinth
Flying at the speed of darkness