Джем - Дорожники
текст песни

We came in strange ways
We opened the doors of the surroundings.
Death caught us with long claws,
And we loved to play with steel,
Where we are not, we will become reflected,
Where we are, who is looking for, he finds
The movement of words, mirror movement,
The sand through the fingers goes into the void.

You will scream at the tip of your power,
You will sing on the tip of your life,
Death calling the ghostly happiness,
Only under the fingers the mirror will sprinkle ...
Glass ...

We are masters of funny conclusion,
Behind the step step, behind the world of someone's faces,
We are oil for elevated steps
And violators of social traditions.
In the fire of passions, we are cold from thirst,
We went to visit the fires of bonfires,
We will meet in madness once
And drink for health on the churchyard ...

You will scream at the tip of your power,
You will sing on the tip of your life,
Death calling the ghostly happiness,
Only under the fingers the mirror will sprinkle ...
Glass ...

And do not take away the strength or powerless
From our hands, deceptive reliable,
Specific ideas mixed with dust
Of all the paths going on the road.
We are mirrors flying in the wind,
Covered tramps of roads with a raincoat,
We are not clear to the heart or the mind,
Burnt drawings on paper ...

You will scream at the tip of your power,
You will sing on the tip of your life,
Death calling the ghostly happiness,
Only under the fingers the mirror will sprinkle ...
Glass ...