Текст песни Sakura - Бес Солнца

Where is the lost paradise, where is the edge,
If the letters and poems that were written by hand,
No response this summer, no refund?
Thousands love being equal to zero
And by the winter they are not found, because the goal is halfway
And instead of snow, glass wool

But every time, if the quiet hour
Or a day of closed doors and windows,
Waking up sometimes, you’re used to praying only
When you feel bad

Here where all alone
Lost yourself ...
Where is the smoke in the clouds
Where are the birds in the hands
Here, where people for love
Not looking changed
Empty words on gunpowder in the trunks

Not understanding how to take off, it remains to watch
How crooked wires cut through cities
And unnoticed by the hurricane clouds will be
Chain of insane nights for white doctors
There was no body and no
Neither molecules nor planets
Who are you? Where are you?

But every time, if the quiet hour
Or a day of closed doors and windows,
Waking up sometimes, you’re used to praying only
When you feel bad

Of those whom you have not met
No one has noticed
You during fright
When yours & quot; I & quot; killed each other ...