Lyrics Общество Слепых - Никто

In

I fell through your tracks, follow me you
God's image, white dust
Sorry we are not alone about how sorry tears are
spirituality is above all but not higher than space
Look at my windows, the cocoons will flash in the sun
chastity raises emotions in the water
I immediately understood everything immediately saw I forgot
you admired me with rapture
to love means to cherish our worms
gave me a stock of skoka lope I could not drink
gratitude to the heart of the womb in the name and forever
empty blood without a soul became deaf and blind
memory will shake you when the earth is dry
hall cries blood of an angel as a young life
it is too difficult to be a wind in this illusion
I'm probably not alive in a lifeless absence
my blood vessels are full of blood
....... son of a forgotten love
history preserved the beginning of the living peaks of the world
prudent
the roads bend as in the backs of the keys forgotten in the locks
we are looking for women who are pure in the hands of someone's freedom
I became not alive I became and not dead
that the average between soft and hard
that something warm inside changes to light
became pain in love for all my answers
two brothers cut their wrists in the window panes
in them my hatch is wrapped in a cocoon
dirty sky swims with milk lakes
the chest of the earth will reap the mothers of the arctic city

Budo

Freaky attitude to people
thought they were in paradise and fell into the hands of
the wrists will not hold the tributaries and the stars will not go out
we circle around the planet looking for happiness
thinking in the ear of a word you feel instantly
the walls did not warm that body already
wrapped in white linen as winter in the cold
The calves will fall on the snow and the air will starve
as in the artificial picture you do not see veins
drawing between teeth like a throat blade
the fanciers do not go out at night their land absorbed
I swallowed myself but promised
return that cold night and the day is still the same warm
Our name in young hearts was thrown into the windows
divided into three parts of the moon by my discovery
and the wind wrapped us in the cocoons of the event
receive me my dear brother on his palm
I do not want to listen to the spring bloody pains
open my heart with a key to pull out all the needles
I feel pain in the interior I feel them strongly
knife and veins in a combination of cuts
lilac drops from the eyes is a sign of the heart

Chorus

Draw a day draw night no one no one can help us
sick artist old age away nobody no one can help us
at the woman at birth the daughter has died anybody nobody can help us
(2 times)