Текст песни Jam - Маленький Лорд

your math
My astrology
Without nerves and Graphics
All Travel logic
Words halcyon
Minutes crazy
From gentle snow
Before fiery moon

Cry, Little Lord
This violin gives you your tears
Violin all possible, do not lie
Our life - a time trouble
And like poetry colored in your dreams
But how you do not want to sleep in the morning

In the pocket of the usual
Almost caramel
It looks like a private
Yet aimless
Give you mistakes
And I just have them -
In your logic circuit
In my access scheme

Laugh, Little Lord
Corrosive in you all the hopes and fears
And fingers trembling, saying: "Let us have time!"
Our death - a time trouble
A drop of Chaos, the poison in the human ashes
Only here at midnight usually so eager to sing

In the eyes beating greedy
What do I care? ...
Palm coolness
Wash with glass arms
And beating in your blood
Almost frozen
"Do not listen to me, do not you dare
Had impossible! .. "

Life, Little Lord
It is only then that gives us doubt
And let it be our game, I'm with a victory sign
Sleep - only time trouble
And already in the hands of fire dancing inspiration
Come on, my little lord, beyond the horizon

Sleeping little Lord
And my hopes are all transparent and thinner
Hope is that, if the world has taken a nap on your shoulder
Let it be pressed for time
But the palms not stand it anymore
Without fire, instead of a heart that beats to the cold candle

Cry, Little Lord
Laugh, Little Lord
Life, Little Lord
Sleeping little lord.