Текст песни TurboDiesel - Сквозь запотевшее стекло

Mixed paint on the end of his days,
Blurred outlines how the ghosts of ideas.
It is still flowing from the lips of pairs -
Nabat is silent - he said.
Where indifferent breath of winter ...
There's a rainbow tears scattered rains.
There gnawing wind dirt and ice,
And the beast shadow flickered at the gate.

I see everything through the misted glass.
I do not care I do not care, but ...
Sometimes frost razrisuy all -
Frost raspishet misted glass!

I leave marks on the baseboard of roads -
He sowed green moss spores.
Staggering in hand, on the edge, I'm going,
And groaning hunger ruthlessly soul.

I'm enough of a cough can not be.
Do not let it, and I am his soul.
Salt red foam breathes death.
At the drop of the glass I'm afraid to look.

I see everything through the misted glass.
I do not care I do not care, but ...
Sometimes frost razrisuy all -
Frost raspishet misted glass!

Mixed paint on the end of his days,
Blurred outlines how the ghosts of old ideas.
Broken thoughts are so stuffy bitter pairs.
Nabat is silent in the silence - he said.