Circle Of The Angels - текст песни
Circle Of The Angels
Sometimes I stop to wonder who’ll die before,
whether the wind or the sun,
the sea or the rain, the fire or God...
My nerves under pressure.
I keep silence while a new zoo
begins to move once again,
absent-minded, incoherent,
loose and ignorant, as is its custom
Perhaps nobody has noticed me
but one day more is so hard to bear
and in the dark they still can perceive all,
they might report every thing they saw.
But their lips shall stop and their spit keeps on shining
along with the stars
Streets now empty have lost their breath,
memories are far-off
and the few folk remained don’t mind about that,
as if a cloud would haze the whole horizon
Another dream, silently...
It’s only another dream
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