Текст песни Джем - Дорожники

We came in strange ways,
We opened the doors of the casting card.
Us death caught long claws,
And we loved to play with steel,
Where we are not, we will reflect,
Where we are who are looking for, he finds
Movement of words, mirror movement,
Sand through the fingers into the void leaves.

You shine on the tip of your power,
You dough on the tip of your life,
Death calling ghostly happiness
Only under the fingers a mirror sprout ...
Glass ...

We are masters of fun conclusions,
Step step, over the world of someone's faces,
We are oil for sublime steps
And violators of public traditions.
In the fire of passions it is cold from thirst,
In the fires of fires we went to visit,
We will meet in madness once
And for the health of drink on the graveyard ...

You shine on the tip of your power,
You dough on the tip of your life,
Death calling ghostly happiness
Only under the fingers a mirror sprout ...
Glass ...

And not take away no strength nor
From our hands, deceptively reliable
Specification of the ideas of mixed with dust
Of all the ways going to off-road.
We are mirrors flying in the wind,
Cutting Roads Sheltered Tramps,
We are not understandable to the heart, nor
Burnt drawings on paper ...

You shine on the tip of your power,
You dough on the tip of your life,
Death calling ghostly happiness
Only under the fingers a mirror sprout ...
Glass ...