PALLEA - Бабочка
текст песни

Lying in the walls of three, curl
Worthless corpse with cocoon ball
As a doll unknown insect
Under a light bulb with a firefly
And so deeper into your black triangular house.
Where is the whirlwinds of horror
And more clearly sensations through the body
Matter is leisurely steps

I am just a point on the plane
Universe in its beginning
I am a caterpillar butterfly Maak
Dreaming of spring
Well, how can I break
Chaotic flight
Flower to flower to flower
Exploding stars to ruin planets
Not noticing a dead hole
Warm the wings patterns under the sun
Shards of lines and curves
But a chain of deceived events
Sinking in the wells of temporary

I am 10 years old
Before my eyes, the staircase leading to the attic
In the lost behind the grinder seven steps up
Seven notes, on each of the legs
Octave of life is infinity, constrained by the framework of an empty room,
And a square hangs on the wall
Carrying out, penetration of blinding light, to the share of the day
He defeats darkness

It turns out with children's and clumsy hands
I took off the pollen from my wings then
The prison is on our feet
Fluffing the butterfly kisses silence