Текст песни Энди Картрайт - 11. В открытые окна

Through the open windows

The irony of life sweeps staff
quiet reigns, leaving no air voices.
And the dream is so familiar,
one that is below the bottom, but away from any shackles.
Bolts on the gates close tightly,
silence and path through the open windows,
We stepped over the years from the bonds back,
the way in the next, they called this emptiness.
Who made a person to be dark holes,
putting the goods, he did not drop his eyes.
It would after all, than to paint motion arrow
in the pit with the word "welcome" everything seems fine.
Music empty minutes
empty lenses, they burned a path
outside everything calmly, but in boxes
many more were killed in the blanks,
fate dried, burned and hanged,
to fly in the wind with gusts fresh.
Oddly PUSH - life ironic laughs,
in the de-energized cells secrete its curve handwriting,
leaving a flicker in the shadows,
silent, so as not to let her get to the cache.
Hiding, leaving in the shadow flicker,
She drags the days of green leaves to fall.