Lyrics Дольмена - Дождь

1. The doors opened and the game began.
Smooth water sews its canvases.
The roots washed away the ice, soothes the Siberian Crane.
A strict guarantee sharpens the poison of the wing ...
Drops ask for life, the language of life is laughter!
The heron washes its feet, silence whispers.
The pines wake up the spray, the shroud warms.

Bones counting, milk needles.
You pour it on my palms, wet my sleeves ...
Well, wag your chains, falling openly!
Runaway fatigue, the Earth was confused.
With rusty sticky ashes, molasses censers ...
Persistent breathing, chest trembling slightly.
But everything is heard more clearly: drops of voice.

2. The world knows no boundaries, there is haze over the plain.
Chills and clouds stretch their hands to the sun.
The masks get wet - they can't survive.
There is happiness in every drop, a wild thunderstorm!
Emboldened in bad weather - able to continue to live!
The dream was painted by the spring dew.
Duma still stains in the plane of the glass ...
The needles hummed, the taiga revived.
The abyss opened up, the resin melted.
How not to open the mouth under the resin.
Burning the skin with the bitterness of the face?
How to sharpen your throat with daggers ?!
Amber plasma slows down gestures ...

Lava has turned gray, steel has become sweet!
A thorn pierces the swamp, the music of the horn.
A bale rustle, the banks are erased.
From whitewashed reeds slide into bogot.
Paints without alarm, fairy tale, dumbness!
Melon tablecloth, swamp smells.
Shadows run away, hiding from the rain.
Tinsel pushed into the abyss by the heron ...