Let's write a new language
|
And we will communicate only on it
|
Come up with your secret message
|
Nobody will ever understand us
|
This language is already written
|
Name any word on it
|
And everyone will see his inside
|
Doesn't dazzle the same
|
But someone will see one thing with you
|
Down to the old homes
|
Until the smell of those winds
|
What nourished the insides
|
Silent part of the tongue
|
Only together we create
|
After all, words are no longer important here
|
If everyone hears their own
|
It was a long way, here every meter of earth is sacred
|
For each word, build up a common set of sensations
|
I recognize your cipher not by voice and words
|
It will be picked up without errors only by internal resonance
|
Conversation is like the sound of a stream
|
But under the water behind the phrases the spirit
|
The most important thing is to hear
|
What was not said out loud
|
Burn with renewed vigor
|
On well-worn roads
|
Instead of all dictionaries -
|
Our common past
|
Oh, the violent winds that looked into my darling are forgotten
|
Forgive me, violent winds - no one will replace you
|
Oh, the violent winds that looked into my darling are forgotten
|
Forgive me, violent winds - no one will replace you
|
You will decipher any hieroglyph from the scratches of my armor
|
Synchronously experienced - it is unlikely that something is stronger in common
|
How we wandered, how I drowned in the middle of the river
|
Every blow that hollowed me out like this
|
Blood relatives: erased hands or broken foreheads
|
Kin by cut - the sum of the steps taken in the leg
|
These are not genes, I will not find this relationship in the archives
|
Gradually I cultivate this relationship manually
|
Having grown old from the inside, we will stretch the accounts of coaches
|
Let's sprinkle wisdom in ribbons, conduct intensives
|
Only someone according to the cut of the native will remember silently with you
|
How miraculously from the bottom at the end to the shore you endured
|
So many people to choose from, from all over the world:
|
You drive in a variety and ready to tear from the bush
|
I will find everyone, except for those who are under a layer of my labels.
|
Can always read my original composition
|
Flash from the same spark
|
Even if lives rush apart -
|
Number one on the list
|
non-renewable resources
|
Flash from the same spark
|
Although the experience crushes the tumor
|
I run when the attack comes
|
On non-overgrown paths
|
Oh, the violent winds that looked into my darling are forgotten
|
Forgive me, violent winds - no one will replace you
|
Oh, the violent winds that looked into my darling are forgotten
|
Forgive me, violent winds - no one will replace you
|
Oh, forgotten violent |