Текст песни ARMAGEDDON - до боли знакомый человек

From the sky drops falling smoke
Vela history Outlaws ,
Interfere with spoon efidrin ,
Interfere with the wind to calm down.
Fell asleep songs insomnia
Lack of desire to live.
Holding a cross on her chest
Thin fingers polygonal thread

Painfully familiar people.

Broke and fell ,
Perhaps all of her exploits.
Itself to pieces tore
Smooth, silent .
Last time flying on a precipice ,
Inhaled grass and thick fog .
Guided by their own conscience ,
Could not resist and jumped himself

Painfully familiar people.

How many people under the bridge since then ,
Do not remember even Outlaws .
disbanded heat
Her quiet rest.
But chipping , corroding flesh
Eyelashes drops pain.
Smilingly looked through the glass
In the sky with black braid

Painfully familiar people.