Текст песни Чужие Сны - Косы

Thick braids shorn ,
It blurs bitterly Grimm
All now just before and after
With him.
Bonfires on the memory
On the roofs of the stone walls .
Turns dreams flames
The ashes .
Soar back, I go to the bottom.
I do not like malice .
Heart burn subsides knock.
I dream ...
Until the morning filming wings
It burrows into sheets dreams
Overgrown gray come true
Days ...
She does not want to fly
And her fingers were trembling .
She had no strength , and though
Suddenly ...