Текст песни Черный Капюшон - Крик духов поэтов столетий возможных

About us write the stories, we are lost echoes echoes
We like fish hung in the balance on the other side of happiness
We have seized a seagull with their mouths open
but do not need to grieve
sailed without discipline ..
without the right to melt and even more reason to breathe a little
I slowly shift to a new clean tvert
I repeat that the windows had not yet time to umiret and even try to feed
Once you realize that all alone
your bird flew away long ago
napridumyval you make friends and enemies
He drove himself into the steppe and have not been able to get out of the shackles of self-discovery
You have no one on the infinite sheet of paper, you are just a point in a dark corner where no
you can not believe and condemn me, but I have my faith as well as you are a long lost
You came up with his devils and gods, but in fact the whole world is just a box of matches, but the canister of gasoline in your hands.
It is the cry of spirits, the spirits cry centuries, so the ability to ...