Дождь бежит не как время бежит как дождь
My time is a rusty and huge hasp
On the door, behind which
lies the abyss, I`m tryin` to reach.
My time is a rusty and huge hasp.
My feet deny the notion of loneliness,
That surrounds us like fog
Is surroundin`the rock.
My feet deny the notion of loneliness.
My view is narrowed to shallow point,
That you can hardly discern
In a host of your own.
My view is narrowed to shallow point.
31.08.2010
On the door, behind which
lies the abyss, I`m tryin` to reach.
My time is a rusty and huge hasp.
My feet deny the notion of loneliness,
That surrounds us like fog
Is surroundin`the rock.
My feet deny the notion of loneliness.
My view is narrowed to shallow point,
That you can hardly discern
In a host of your own.
My view is narrowed to shallow point.
31.08.2010