Текст песни Kambodge - Пантомима

Grotesque image of silence
Destroys all living things
Again and again you are silent
Do not say a word

Divide in half with you all the options for the future
The wormy fruit of our love lies on a platter

And do not hold it ...
Miserly dreams of a knife

I'm in a pantomime of my feelings and I will not return soon
I can not get to myself, I've corked all the pores

Happiness clichés
Scarred
In our soul
And outside
We all resemble our dissimilar bodies
And desires
Things absolutely not necessary for you

It remains only to escape from their defeats
I could never lie to my reflection

Do not hold ...
Miserly dreams of a knife

Tear her wings in spite of her desire to suffer
Her desire to burn in the rays of her dreams
Hoping to die
Like cracked ice

Happiness clichés
Scarred
In our soul
We all look like our own dissimilarity
And everyone is right in their justification
No cure for loneliness
In our soul
And outside
We all resemble our dissimilar bodies
And desires
Things absolutely not necessary for you

I'm in a pantomime of my feelings and I will not return soon
I can not get to myself, I've corked all the pores ...