Текст песни Черникова Лариса - Мысли-птицы

I rush from one extreme
No salvation to me in this world
Where there was one only a pity
Where someone else in the apartment.

As the fog looking for a path
Representing the person in puddles
I draw your picture
Molten life souls.

Black pen writing
Creating a portrait of a portrait
This hound is looking for a victim
This is the line between darkness and light.

I look at my reflection
As the water hits the stone circles
I quote myself in motion
Bumping into the wall with his hands.

These thoughts are the birds build nests on emptiness
Now I want to forget to become finally a
Pay for all the mistakes and start again at first
I would survive this war and does not pass, do not pass, do not pass.

I rush from one extreme
Drowning in love and grief
Cursing his banality
Surrounded by his stories.

I go down lower and lower
With stairs covered with ashes
At a stage where the bottom nearer
Where to say goodbye to the friendly skies.

I sing my prayer
The fate of his chance
I would endure this battle
And do not be desperate to end.

Hooked in the fall of this
Though for something, at least somewhere, in any way
Having written the fate of black
White it to continue.

These thoughts are the birds build nests on emptiness
Now I want to forget to become finally a
Pay for all the mistakes and start again at first
I would survive this war and does not pass, do not pass, do not pass.