Текст песни Егор Е. - Из Рук - Песок, Из Глаз - Обман

The wind draws us on cardboard boxes,
Letting in, releasing treason.
The fruits will turn in situations of timid.
Zeros on the screen ... Caught the problem.

From the hands - sand, from the eyes - a deception ...
From the hands - the sand ...

It seems to me that burning thoughts
You will extinguish the breath, spoiling the libido.
Between the entrance and the exit the doors hung.
Soon all the ice of Antarctica will melt away.

From the hands - sand, from the eyes - a deception ...
From the hands - the sand ...

Suddenly, sharp knock! Someone swears something.
A naive fool: he trembles under the bed.
Throw yourself into a cul-de-sac! There is a solution.
My saved ship drowned in embrace.

From the hands - sand, from the eyes - a deception ...
From the hands - sand, from the eyes - a deception ...
From the hands - sand, from the eyes - a deception ...
From the hands - the sand ...