Текст песни Егор Е. - Страсть Весенних Льдов

Well, why, well, why do I need all this suffering?
The lack of views, pierces through.
On my glass planet
There is no place for your shadow.

Heart ... so I like the wind ...
And together we drag ourselves out of sleep.
Our film for the dead:
"The passion of spring ice."

I so enjoy the wind ...
And together we drag ourselves out of sleep.
Our film for the dead:
"The passion of spring ice."

Help me bring
My corpse to the abyss.
In return, I'll help you
To bring yours.

Wind ... I hate the heart ...
But together we drag ourselves out of sleep.
Our film for the dead:
"The passion of spring ice."

I hate the heart ...
But together we drag ourselves out of sleep.
Our film for the dead:
"The passion of spring ice."