Текст песни Андрей Рыженко - Призрак

Nightmare hanging on the ceiling
He is like a moon, but only too old
Lies hand on a wrinkled cheek
She is dead, but remembers that blow.

Slip on the edge of the rusted roofs
Fragments of winters squeeze in fists
Here is a sleepy world, not even mouse
I will bring the dawn on the burned hands.

I will be myself
I'll be myself ...

Watch with a smile on the crowd of people
Play with a young beauty gait
Fly over the stroking of ancient areas
Breaking dreams of old crosses.

Thong Lay Bells Churches
Rhive the hard wind failure
Knocks droplets, but thoughts beat stronger
They are like in a red halter cap

Calls somewhere song gold
Outdoor fluffy clouds
I go on puddles and looking for my
What are hiding behind tons of poems

I will be myself
I will be myself

Ring like an old guitar string
Shout in hearts on yellow lights
Tremble under the weight of the fortified wine
And remember abandoned days.

My world is so simple, and you are his enemies
There is no forgiveness, the gods did not save
Breathing, launching water circles
They float away from the ground.

Sunday want for a few minutes
Disrupt the transparency of the body and face
My eyes like lightning flashed
And calm the soul of the dead man.

I will be myself
I will be myself

I will be alone with himself
Play words, dream of heaven
Walking on the throat in sticky silence
And hide the stars in black hair.

I will be myself
I will be myself
I will be myself ...