Текст песни AirQuake - Тысячи слов

Thousands of words, closed shutters
Thousands of tears from heaven to stones
And in the stone jungle there is no place for my soul

The degree of freedom distinguishes us
like a bird in a snare and a flying flock
But there will still be a chance, trust me

Let me go
I'm the cold lead of your fetters
Let me go
May the south wind blow again
Thousand words

Street chill of dreams outside the door
I am not an apostle of your faith
And life without temptation is unreal for me

Thousands of streets burning life
Suffering from darkness, suffering from light
Tear off all the bolts and build bridges

Let me go
I'm the cold lead of your fetters
Let me go
May the south wind blow again
Thousand words