Текст песни Kambodge - Из горсти пепла

From handfuls of ashes

Then came the day and time
It does not keep
Suddenly the rain gush of words from us

True zhget
Your eyes
Tell lies to me
Imagine that everything in my sleep

The time has come
To say that you
I do not hear ( hear me )
The time has come
Recognize that you are
Himself only see

Tell fate
we broke
Like rust eats
Fragile frame

In my palms sand ( down to earth )
Stream flows through fingers
our hopes

forgiveness is
We look for
From a handful of ash in the hundredth time to rise up and running
words and conversations will not be able to recreate all newly

all new