Текст песни Территория Тишины - День Совы

Year of Water, Day Owls,
Hour one who brings light .
Most of the blame
Reality turns into delirium.

In a rare sound in the loud cry ,
The hands that hold the ice ,
Pours time separations
Through the open mouth pain .

Lying calendar, behind the clock ,
Paint chips words.
From dreams runway
On the scene of love.

Again comes a day
And an hour of one who brings light .
I take a new shade,
I leave the track ...