Текст песни Джем - Вальс Крыльев

Wings of wind lifted her, do not cry for me
And his hands are not nails, and lines and strings
You know, the habit to go on the war -
It is older than the brush to write the runes

Better you yearn for the vast worlds
About amber sunsets and pale dawn
All the same, I do not sing on your feasts
Anyway, I go for a half-step to death

This is a memory - a trembling note at night
The one that drives me, pausing in the chord
Look at me, if you see, be silent
And my eyes, if you will glance - remember

Where the desert reality, there is a stream guards
In order to water overflowed the cup
If you remember me, I hope on the ice
It is my memory, and our farewell

Even a drop in the night does not bother you
A place where the fire where scarlet rage
I leave alone, and steel snake
On my wrist I caught and left

I have not broken wings, broken me
But tear and star between his fingers ukroyu
I live surrounded by a wall of fire
And it's true, of course, I'll come back for thee