Текст песни Gillia - 6. Долгое прощание

Do you recognize her clothes
On the trail in the snow on the handwriting
A small newspaper ad war
Through the words and patterns
Through the double doors solid
Through strained nerves thin
And where even the walls of the house are treated
Boots left on the steps of chalk
And the sun took leave us alone

Less chance of finding the snow icy
Numb sky behind him and lips numb
Grubel language but emptiness chopped
The crackling of broken ice floes rumble of turbines
Under the whistle blows reality stands triumph
And one and the other two sides of the window glass
And still yelling his last song
So far from rusty throat not flare flame

As a red-hot needle to the core of the earth
I pull the thread behind him, but no stitches
Next steps drags goes behind as ballast
Swirls days rambling series of syllables

It's time to flee to the desert
By and large the locks on each year of life
On such a long winter
You can not hold your breath can not be
Out of nowhere like
We led a pack of wolves in sheep's clothing

But we should be easy
We are always prepared for the worst
And lights punched through
As the X-ray beam
Through a network of houses and chains

Binding and cable channels
Through the gutter gutters
through the alarm beaten to death
Through the paper cordon
Through soft soft dreams
We scurried off into the tunnel

Your fingers caught wind thrown
You seem to touch the cars flying in the opposite direction
Dark sunglasses covered their faces
As if preparing for the future of the pale skin of the sun

When the engine roared navzryt
They saw the light at the end of a deaf mouse hole
He rounded the horizon, a corridor maze
Letev with the speed of darkness