Текст песни Лиза Васильева - Солдат Добра

I do not know how to share on good and evil. ?
And the nerves of a ballet pack suddenly strung under the edge ...
strained thread, and overcome pain,
I still fly to the light.
I am your moth.
I mole.
I am forever in the tonality of lae or c-bembol.
My eye is blue.
My blood is made of cold steel.
Why, why are we tired of time so tired? ...
What did you want to tell? Speak, do not wait.
Otherwise, the world will smear the world of rain rain.
Otherwise, and we will not be - for us trouble
Zakinet poems and notes in a skipped suitcase ..
In the one name - memory. Yes .. Yes, gentlemen.
And the memory of us is exactly as faithful death.
Speak .. Thank you - I can't tolerate!
while you are good soldiers, he distributed it all,
From this embarrassment almost and treacherously stood ..
But while I am still young and hold a blow,
Tell me, my light, about the victory over all the good.

I'll give everything for it.

Tell me about the summer and about the distancering trains.
I knew about many things, but it seems so - I forgot everything ...
on the planet Metallo us, beat,
Crushed to the past years.
To each of the .. no efface.
Tell me about those. Those who I once loved ..
What did they do? What is the lesson extracted?
Which of them declassified all the games of the fate of Morality?
We grew on how the steel was tempered.
But from the tears, just remember ... Rusting immortal steel ...
Life like a matrix, but if each is one for all.
And do not put me this fact in reproach.

I look at you
down up.
The sun rolls
across.