Lyrics Эквилибриум - Ветром

By the wind

It's not time to write memoirs
A story to read late
Life is filled with the smell of pungent geraniums
As if all the roses were frozen
As if all people had died out
Asking Questions to Sunrise
Torn to pieces steel wings
By the wind

Chorus.
Disheveled fates scattered across the sky
Pressed thoughts will find their stories about him
Onet, fire, faster, dispel the dream
But slowly .. slowly

Trampled hearts alive
Time-Inflamed Morals
The air joyfully gives the bitterness of wormwood
As if all the herbs were dry
In a word, it is easier to achieve asymptotes
How to live the biblical precepts
All broken autopilots
The wind ... the wind

The last chorus.
Disheveled fates scattered across the sky
Pressed thoughts will find their plot
And they will sound the alarm
And they will wait for an answer
Hearts in the chest are crucified ....
By the wind