Текст песни Neutral - Серп Кассиопеи

It takes a string of years
In some interrupted flight,
And no one in fact not,
And nothing happens.
And at some floor,
Without missing a new tissue,
More effort has weaved from distance.
From sweet and sour half-measures
And delightful tricks
Transparent fairy caves,
Desert quiet stops.
Fights, rejoicing and numb,
Mad Angel in prophetic dreams,
From the importance of strict fool,
Sculpts sickle Cassiopeia
In the dank gray clouds.
And everything flows without the hassle
According to a rusty black batteries
You is me, I am you,
We will never grow old.
And we have not heard in silence,
And no one knows our faces,
No waiting, no invites for masquerade in the moonlight.
Melted in characters of simple,
At the crossroads of restless,
And all the unfulfilled dreams,
And not-winners of the war.
Floating in a colorless dance
Illusions, anguish and delirium.
But nothing happens,
And someone vcё still out,
And no one in fact does not.