Текст песни Тэм - Простор Оков

The fire of passion
And painful and funny.
Though sing, though drink,
When a foregone conclusion
Learn chills
Tired of days,
despise syrup
It seems like one, nights
In which I
And painful, and funny -
He flew in a dream
From the top to the bottom.

All dreams will pass, leaving us with the shackles of space:
Just above the plinth. Just below the clouds.

Syrup nights, thick syrup minutes
Again, nobody, again nowhere waiting
And six stone: floor ceiling and walls Quartet
Hide the world as if it does not exist!
Familiar crypt, which is blind,
In which the deaf, in which it,
In that sleep, in which it,
And it freedom or captivity,
In it are weaved together
Vest days and pearl dreams ...

All dreams will pass, leaving us with the shackles of space:
Just above the plinth. Just below the clouds.