Текст песни Синдром Ван Гога - По тонкому льду

On thin ice , with hope in your pocket
Delirium in the void between us.
Frozen scream the word "love"
In the womb slowly melts , dies ...

This flame of fire burns me,
Squeezing tears from poisoned soul,
That blurs the present day traces ,
Our , sunny days ...

Time will pass, a scar will resolve .
Last live not interested - closely .
But I 'll go back and shake off
On thin ice , with hope in your pocket and forget

Fiery flames scorched me
Squeezing tears from poisoned soul,
That eroded our days traces
Our bright days traces ...
Our ...