Текст песни Камеры Бабочек - Мотыльки

From the snow got asphalt,
Again, I draw with chalk.
Again, I look in the mirror,
And these white sheets.
Somewhere here spinning disk
And pinion pushing each other.
Stones roll silently down -
This time runs from the mountains.
And silence, like a string
Torn by careless breath.
There on the wall crawling wall
Newspapers and windows sealed.
Concrete violets grow.
Draw a thin fingers together.
All watches are shamelessly lying
And odors in the air instead of sound.
So dark that are visible only dreams.
Feel look like creeps.
Any movement is so important,
Any words so insignificant.
And moths as lights,
Breathe darkness, eating silence
Looking at the moon and wait for spring ...
And knocking at my temples.