Текст песни Александр Ириарте - Незабудки И Кипарисы

Ghosts howl, plowing
Ashes, mane of thunder’s dunes ...
The house is floating across the rain.
The house is flying despite the rain.

As the wave calls under the hem
Those who are bitterly branded
So lives cypress dol
Behind a wall of blue flames -

Ugly, smooth, dull lights
Unapproachable boulders ...
That wall - not scary
And not a mile to find - waves.

“You are pale ...”
“I'm on my way.”
- You are like chalk!
- Do not kidding ME.
- Seriously!
- This is the pallor of the July thunderstorms.
Miserable, stuffy ... come here!
Here, touch - a little to the left - here!
Do you hear him calling me!
I'm black! I'm from conifer spray -
Black foam
explosive fireworks!
I'm gentle - I'm a bloody breeze
Over the wall of azure mica ...
There was a gap in it once
But it was patched by me.
I have grown. Overgrown with a wall
Oblivion ...
Oh winds, where the hell ?!
your strength ...

And the house is broken
And his surroundings are empty
The petals of your grievances
The door is closed, and you -

So you will run, run
Like a sea in a thunderstorm - shuttles,
To the last frontier,
Where the wave and needles are black

But in the chest the flower is blue
Will not let you forget.
So death and pain fight
For ridiculous power: to love.