Текст песни Polison - Проще взлететь

I'm a long time before you
Walk, run, carried by the wind.
With cool carotid October
Word for word, and envelopes.
Again, I do not this or that,
Herself alternately
Dictate the line of being.
Vosled dreams at the same time.

Ave: Like everything in the dream:
And the summer heat, and the nerves in May.
Truly though in reality,
I send you greetings.
Where some or here
Time loses its route.
I before you fly, fly.
I would ... I take off the wings, fly away.

Not like anything else,
And in fear of losing hope
I pray God alone.
Happy to be like as before.
I can not tell you.
You're far away. I'm dying.
It remains only the clock.
Word-needles in my way.
etc.