Текст песни Айфо - Сцена моя пуста

Lost in the sounds of the mighty war
Dropping to the ground empty envelopes
Whispered almost inaudibly INTO then confused ,
nedoponyatnoe someone

Let the birds comfort our souls justification.
We are only a memory , drawing on their faces.
Past the green door , past the happy story
We go with you and argue on lined pages
That does not see through a hearty appreciation
Month alternation , opalёnnye eyelashes

The lights are , neukklyuzhie clouds poured on my hands revelation.
I'm back in consciousness, I feel better , confident flick , without a drop of doubt
Suppose I am here I nenavsegda , my palms absorb odor.
There's a depth of their places , but my scene empty.

Let the birds comfort our souls justification.
We are only a memory , drawing on their faces
Past the green door , past the happy story
We go with you and argue on lined pages
That does not see through a hearty appreciation
Month alternation , opalёnnye eyelashes