Текст песни sCorThix - Порезы

We are the purple drops on the winter window
In the film is transparent and thin,
We remember the summer and see in a dream,
This memory was stuck in the soul with a fragment

Drops of perfection, drops of warm blood
At the cafe, a mute placer lie,
With sharp silver I give them the will
On the skin of the skin, thirty lines in a row

We float up and down, circling near the bottom
We are smooth ice cubes with bubbles inside
Our eyes are defenseless, the shroud came down
We are in the hot sources of infinity

Drops of perfection, drops of warm blood
At the cafe, a mute placer lie,
With sharp silver I give them the will
On the skin of the skin, thirty lines in a row

I look at the sunset in the sky among the birds,
I - a barely audible sound over roof antennas
Do not build concrete boundaries between us ...
You hear me! Hear it !!!