Текст песни Kambodge - Библиотека для слепых

Library for the blind

Wind right in your face
A voice whispers a plea
Carpet of yellow sheets
That they were crushed into the mud on the go ...

In his arms he sheltered
A piece of sunshine
And the radius of the whole planet
He outlined with a firm step ...
Forgetting ... that the sea only knows by touch
Hiding ... inside ... that he sees nothing more ...

Indifferent ...
Dream color
And there is no outline of life
White verse, like white verse
Your world, your dream and photos album
Found my home in the library for the blind

Erasing enamel destroying the balance of whiteness
The veil of taste tears the flesh of the gums
The grasses on the black water keep blooming
Enough places for everyone ... come in

With his hand he closed
Eyes to everyone in search of salvation
Who casts no shadow
He gave his mercilessly
Forgetting ... about the sound of a cane on the old walls
By saving ... all sounds in memory instantly

A blind soul needs no words
Tel closed with name
Frost-covered faces

Dream color
And no outlines of life
White verse as white verse
Your world, your dream and photos album
Found my home in the library for the blind

You are still clean as a white sheet
Fall ... in a flock ... like a wedge of migratory birds
And you are frozen ...
Fall ... a drop of a handful of scarlet tears
Everything is not serious ...