Текст песни Evan Gard - 10. Футуристические вопли

my head is buzzing with pouring rain
Sleep trembling nerves like wet rags
sleep sleeps breathing
Life will fly so slowly
what you can't even notice

You become a shell
You become a tin can
cherishing its void
salaming
joyfully ringing on asphalt
Screaming to everyone
I have a soul in me

And the spring is around you
And the spring is around you
In every drop of calling mud
Under the watery window
The windowsill drinks dew
charming morning
will illuminate the sun
Smiling radiantly
And watch it to unconsciousness
Unprotected kindness of his
buried by children's eyes

Children and adults laugh
Seeing them on the road with a doomed smile
Oltocks of adult hearts for pieces
stuck in the throat to vomiting
Blood desire to be children
Love to laugh cry to see a rainbow
pour drops of rain drops
admire the birth of the sun

We sit and look at the children
Seeing them to the execution of growing up
shock therapy to unscrew their naive heads
harsh truth to break their tender
heart -trembling hearts
Help to the ground with severe indifference
their light bodies to enclose in the void
screaming loneliness
screaming loneliness
torn from the chest of the beast
Futuristic cry
in the void of the canning jar