Ruzu - Осколки
текст песни

I am from the fragments of the departed
What happened past the past
These are pieces of my essence
A pile of broken absurdity
Thoughts with bright fragments
Not remembered, always pushing
Glare of broken mosaic mind
Subconscious - overflow of stained glass
The heart has passed the restoration
It was Bito, broken, as a sieve is pierced
Pieces stuck under the ribs to me
Sharpeners, corners
On wounds - glass wool with lumps

The road is strewn with sparkles
Stones with margins, broken glass
Walking a little bare legs
Sharp pieces wiped his legs into the blood
Became older, became tougher
Fat sole on the berets
It turned out that the fragments were not in the way
The wreckage is inside me

I am from pieces of the coming
The fear of the vascular to many inherent but
New pieces-scraps on the way
They will not be convinced not to go further
In my fingers I will squeeze the most sharp fragment
For self -defense from wounds and punctures
I will feel the power from stone from the soul
I will destroy the weakened dugouts
Fighting away from fears, the fragment is not broken
became more solid, polished, even
Blows created diamonds of stone,
a gun to battle without fear
Stones are sharpened, now I'm from rhinestones

The road is strewn with sparkles
Stones with margins, broken glass
Walking a little bare legs
Sharp pieces wiped his legs into the blood
Became older, became tougher
Fat sole on the berets
It turned out that the fragments were not in the way
The wreckage is inside me

I will pick up my every fragment
I will study it-a speleologist-psychologist
Then I will turn it out - I overcoming fears
I will pour diamonds into the pockets of the hem
Their sharp edges will not hurt me
On the contrary, now they are only defending
I will collect myself like a mosaic, like a puzzle
Now I am from sapphires, dumps, topazes
Now I am shining, infection

The road is strewn with sparkles
Stones with margins, broken glass
Walking a little bare legs
Sharp pieces wiped his legs into the blood
Became older, became tougher
Fat sole on the berets
It turned out that the fragments were not in the way
The wreckage is inside me