Blood vessels underneath the skin Are quietening. I want to smell Night Vox. Hey, this Vox, touch me, take me in Under the cover of my Equinox!
Я не хочу терять это состояние. Я не хочу терять заговор огня. И небо упадёт внутри. И расстояние Сожрёт меня.
I follow dispassion of my phlegm. New eyes, new pupils are created by The Mystic Song that sounds in my name. On Equinox’s beams it takes me high.
Nude flittermice are licking up my planet, And their leathern wings are playing with the Vox. The planet of my dreams, my energy and praying Is coming into this world on the new Equinox.