Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Опусти руки, отведи взгляд

Put your hands , look away ,
Do not ask me about anything.
I'm a bad companion ,
Like the wind on winter road
Gift disturb the soul words
Became in the palms of my sword
On the ruins of the castle
Ministry dark god

Beware : the word - it is a slow poison,
I'm afraid to break away from a whisper to a scream.
White lips dutifully repeating:
World in my palms thy disciple .

You dangerously young, you came himself
Enchanted glitter stars
reflected intentionally
In the black surface of the bowl .
You freeze next to me ,
You 'll go blind from caustic tears
In captivity zazerkalnom
Legend pointless terrible .

Go away until the door closed ,
Turning away , I count to one hundred
My lute singing , but you do not believe it :
This magic songs fatally simple.

It's all hype , this winter sleep ,
Which leads to the palaces of destiny.
In useless wounds of the soul
And cold heart
You still have time to return,
While the spell of my weak
You have time to light your fire ,
Forget and keep warm.

Another step - and not the way back,
Rustle words enchant quick spring.
Hands damn bowl , unseeing eyes -
World in my palms thy disciple .

Tell me : Are you looking for it ? A7 Dm
In this there is your destiny ? A7 Dm
What do you want to find A7 Dm
In the kingdom of distorting mirrors ? C Dm