Текст песни бегущий с ножницами. - I

Running with scissors into the distance ,
leaving behind their sadness .
Burning on its way
Your brother did not know where to go .
Running with scissors into the sunset ,
he was in no way to blame.
Through loop blades and pain
your brother lives multiplied by zero .

Having learned all my youth up,
Read our thoughts between the lines.
And let your house with fire and smoke ,
out of the water dry.

Having learned all my youth up,
Read our thoughts between the lines.
And may we all will burn
but you burning yourself, the way you light another .