Текст песни Джем - Сброшенные маски

And only broken hand
mixed paint
Dropped on the keyboard masks
persecuted people
looking for a word
Where we do not have
repeated again

Mirror those reflected screen , take a look you in the heart
Thin soul wounds bright , eternal scherzo
Reign of word for understanding
Within the framework of the usual
Adoption of a rule ground off the brink
All the usual

The fact that there will be no lip touches
will be open
In the streets echoing not turn
became translit
It's so simple - cast skin, nerves line
With each signal just go as dot

P.

In the mirror of gray there, behind the screen , smoky sky
Someone becomes a symbol of the country , a sign & quot; win & quot;
Maybe somewhere question mark pinched neck
Only outlet we can display a grid

We were not able to & quot; and never will be & quot; stay
Dead signs imps password if bluebird
In this agony broken stranger to completion
Set point , but someone re- dial Continuation

P.

This is the story of sweet darkness without a break
Line crawling tortoise leisurely - suddenly hear yes
Only silence without the usual promises in the code
And the dots will be a farewell - as usual ...