Lyrics Flёur - Тысяча светлых ангелов - Разбег

Vanity separates us from each other
Flying all thoughts cobwebby sticky
Because sometimes it is difficult
Distinguish between small and great

Vanity is a cage for victims of hypnosis
Although her doors are wide open
Only a few of us find
The strength to leave her

Overcoming spasms and cramps,
Waves of despair, flashes of madness,
I tear off the sticky fetters
Poisonous, slippery octopus
On the way to the world of unshakable truths,
Where every act is meaningful,
On the other side of hell and paradise
I'm free, I start running

Revelations, waiting for you like birds,
That they are ready to fly out from the snowy branches
Do not frighten them with rude nonsense,
After all, they are afraid of fuss

I have a few more steps left
In the direction of open doors
Only to tear my head out of the vise
Get out of the cramped cell as soon as possible

In the open spaces of fields, at will,
To the boundless blue sea,
To wild grasses, to violent waves,
Over thunder, over lightning flashes
Faster than flame and wind
Almost at the speed of light
Towards the moon tides
I come off the ground-and-and ...

Flee from severe neurosis symptoms
From games without rules, from performances of hateful
From this tedious prose,
Bored me to nausea

Through enfilades of innumerable rooms
The halls are stuffy and dark
Along the highway, going into the sky
Through the garden, covered with snow
Park, wasteland, there is no road back
Next - the take-off strip
Push off and feel the flame
Sparks of stars under my feet-and-and ...