Текст песни Рожденные Рифмой - Ирония

In the wake of love irony
An outsider , a stranger in your world I

Answering machine message unanswered
"I want to heat and light. Hurry summer "
Here it is red , here is where the thoughts ,
But I'm not vylazhu third day of a plaid
Lying on the gray concrete ,
In a cold sweat drown
Someone touch my hands ,
Raise them up to the sky , to you.
Vytenet somebody like
In the transition of the day , you pull me
Blinded me !
Words do not say , take before dawn ,
Where there waiting for the rain ,
In flight, the bird froze
Stay away sunsets ,
Easy breath of wind, from the very bowels of the earth

In the wake of love irony
An outsider , a stranger in your world , I (2)

The phone , dark line interrupted
Rush is not the first we must return
Words in the wind got to the depths ,
Painfully familiar motif , apparently there was not one.
Lying on the gray concrete , I do not know them
These people , who are they? Where bypass road ?
Uppercase truth thee knowledge ,
It - it is light or war , who are we?
Talk to a floor vote , from the plane strip
Dug into the sky skyscrapers cones .
Everything, even the conscience , jumping into the wall
Except that there is no heat in the eyes shades
Lying on the gray concrete , with the sunset sinking
Gently touch the palm, raised them to the sky
Taking my hand , raise until mixture hardens
I stood up , but not all rose

In the wake of love irony
An outsider , a stranger in your world I

Traces on this concrete, he became a stone ,
Wounded body , fiery sunset , in my memory ,
Was shot to fly , or just misunderstood
Consequences remember sometimes tends

In the wake of love irony
An outsider , a stranger in your world , I (2)

Take me to where ,
Where are my wind , where my light
Froze me piled ,
But did not reach the ground ( 2)