Текст песни Адвайта feat. Lotos - Дотла

The spiers of skyscrapers as the needle pierced the sky
Searched for light arms skinny, light was not there
Medals grandfather rusted, forgotten about them
A black-and-white pictures again covered with dust
In the morning in the subway people - zombies that Murakami
No speaker with any smart person made them fools
A look heartless and cold, almost robotic
He replaced the heart in the chest thousand engines
We're looking for methods to not just a shower
Forgive the world but I do not see the point of firing blanks
And if there is a sense that the warm, let cool down
And if there is no good in you as a prisoner of the desert
We did not see themselves as the children began to network
I exchanged my by E-mail ID and
We lost sight of, or simply forgotten
That moment, my brother, when we all cut the wings

Minutes shall burn to ashes - the ashes to the wind
Why are we here still do not understand
Among the pieces of paper winter
And do not get us any
Minutes shall burn down the ashes to the wind
Why are we here still do not understand
Among the pieces of paper winter
But we'll fix certain

We fly like a kite in the sky, but slow down
Gray days we have to put pressure on the weekend was a separation without borders
For the world does not depend is sawing a piece of paradise
We are afraid to fall after already walking on the edge
My town does not even know the rules of the flame shrouded
The pain gradually go from bitter tears in memory
Will a sediment at the bottom
And that is not soon but still held
Come quickly, because there are all somewhere want to catch
Hug loved ones lie in a warm bed
To fall into the shadows and be killed in the eyes of the screen
You see that a person cry? I yes
Where I lost mercilessly year
The timer can not give what you have just lost
If there is access to the next if you do not believe Shoot
But the sun is shining you hardly smile

Above my city still hovering clouds
Let us not fight, they do not prevent blockades
But if the snow has melted, we certainly
Rastan themselves, but it is indeed a long
Solid white light the flame, the flame does not believe all
And to be someone out there you should hang
A little more down with bits of feelings eshachih
There is no God, we need above a little bit more
According to the notes, and in this world of gray wait nonsense
Someone town advertisements or announcements of sin
Robots, we are putting on a show
Only pieces of hackneyed phrases
You want the world to the way it is here
Minutes, and we soar over themselves
Breaking wings barricades everyday worries. Whats up?
Apparently the fact that people hide behind the curtain at home