Текст песни Gillia - Соединенные

Instead, wet sound of rain on the shoulders of the silent ashes
And people like butterflies flying over a field
A closing catch missiles
And they fly to where the wind blows

Just a dream straight to someone's dream
Taking a photo with the letter
And other memory of these people by depriving us
Opportunities to cross the fate
Someone to hate and someone will approach

They always leave us
With this confidence is no one to apply
They are only important to hold on to the shore
And one goal to hit the target
That's really who is faithful and serious and if said

I slept all the bridges to the ground the more likely
It is about to be on a drifting island
The laws are simple and all we have to do
To board it is a self-regulating system

A bottle with a sealed neck
The verbs in the imperfect form
Cliche own stories
Thousands of stories of separation
Inside that fused tightly dispersed or too hard

While homeless
Going through the cluttered corridors and rooms
And dozens feed hundreds of millions of
Our grace has as electricity
how to embrace not reach the ground short of lightning
And we die with a bomb or no bomb

People without earlobes and skin defects
People with damaged souls
People in medical mask and long black coats
In stifling interlayer between space and ground
We just want to get up this concrete dome
From beneath which streams gush gossip and nicotine
Knocking astray
Masking and hiding that friendship became prey
Your Majesty, here's our greatness

Gross National Happiness and beliefs crumble so easily
While scavengers imagine themselves hunters
While scavengers imagine themselves hunters
The hostages cold circumstances want to be properly and carefully

This pattern of behavior that teaches not believe your eyes
And do not let each other hear
I am afraid that each of us woke up one day
I not discovered that his twin brother is not breathing