Текст песни Fleur - Разбег

Vanity separates us from each other,
Flying all thoughts of cobweb-stained,
Because sometimes it is difficult
Distinguish between small and great.

Vanity is a cage for victims of hypnosis,
Although her doors are wide open,
Only a few of us find
You have the strength to leave it.

Overcoming spasms and cramps,
Waves of despair, flashes of madness,
I tear off the sticky fetters
Poisonous, slippery octopus
On the way to the world of unshakable truths,
Where every act is meaningful,
On the other side of hell and paradise
I'm free, I start running.

Revelations, waiting for you like birds,
That they are ready to fly out from the snowy branches.
Do not frighten them with rude nonsense,
After all, they are afraid of fuss.

I have a few more steps left
In the direction of open doors,
Only to tear my head out of the vise,
Get out of the cramped cell as soon as possible

In the open spaces of fields, at will,
To the boundless blue sea,
To wild grasses, to violent waves,
Over the thunder, over the flashes of lightning,
Faster than flame and wind,
Almost at the speed of light,
Towards the moon tides
I come off the ground-and-and ...

Flee from the cruel symptoms of neurosis,
From games without rules, from performances of hateful,
From this tedious prose,
Bored to me to nausea,

Through enfilades of innumerable rooms
The corridors are stuffy and dark,
Along the highway, going into the sky,
Through the garden, covered with snow,
Park, wasteland, there is no road back
Next - the runway,
Push and feel the flame,
Sparks of stars under my feet-and-and ...