Текст песни Ловец Снов - Почерк безумия

handwriting MADNESS

You know madness handwriting?
and erasing many times
He ripped to shreds what a bore ...
leaden tears of pain
I shackled wrists
I have not picked up the phone when he called happiness

cycle movement
affectionate doubt
and nauseating shyness
burn them with his flattery
I hate your world
he mutilated me
and a bit of light, which is so inappropriate
the consciousness in your tender

hardly touch it
and break into pieces ...
Rejoice in silence then -
I do not feel sorry for you
neither these poems, nor falsehood,
which of course do not have ..

I do not need your pity -
I'm not tired of his servant,
and certainly my tears
I will not touch cold heart
I tore the wings
to be with you
but it makes no sense
and you know, I do not regret that only ice chest

You know madness handwriting?
and erasing many times
He ripped to shreds what a bore ...
leaden tears of pain
I shackled wrists
I have not picked up the phone when he called happiness

(On I.Eyforie "Handwriting of Madness")