Текст песни Terra Indigo - 12 которых

12 of which

Any idea what I never thought,
The words that I do not know the essence.
Movement, which burn the soul,
And the city, where I can not sleep.

There are letters, fields that revelation,
Poems, between the lines that come alive copper,
The ways in which you can not go back,
Fate, in which the beautiful life - death.

R:
But the gold is mine, I still returned from the war,
And now I do not believe that we need seriously.
And it's not that you do not share the guilt,
And the fact that he saw the back of the tears.

There I was - caught dumb wanderer
And you - funny deer rampant,
And the occasion as if blown by the wind wrapper,
And the meeting, and the embarrassment of open secrets.

R:
But the gold is mine, I still returned home,
And still full of fire that tore inside.
And it's not that would soar above the water,
And the fact that we are close to the coast with you.