Текст песни Синдром Ван Гога - По тонкому льду

On thin ice, with hope in your pocket,
I delverly into the void between us.
The frozen scream of the word "love"
In the womb, it slowly melts, dies ...

This flame of fire burns me,
Squeezing a tear from a poisoned soul,
That the traces are blurring our days,
Our bright days ...

Time will pass, the scar will resolve.
It is not interesting to live in the past - crowded.
But I will shake off and go again
On thin ice, with hope in your pocket, forgetting

How the flame of fire burned me,
Squeezing a tear from a poisoned soul,
What blurred our days traces,
Our bright days traces ...
Our ...