The Cell #4 - Scorching Heat [2010] http://vkontakte.ru/club4950981
Paper crane
The shades dies under the trees, you having wetted a hem, collect colour glasses. you wander as a marvelous heron near the coast. the little boy looks from apart, frowns.. he waits when you will spread pearl wings and with noises will fly up to meet newborn sun, fallen asleep over the hardened silence of Hiroshima
Number of premature children, In the memory box. All remind of you, when Weight of expectation like knocks. Boundless happiness from pain, Pleasure of the small god. From pins and glasses way, Tears with dust and blood.
Fallen paper crane are crumpled Silent song, silent useless swi - ings. Hope leaves Hope leaves through fingers like sand. I have dissolved, you can't understand Your fucking pray,the children betrayed.
Black-and-white scars on lips Don't give freedom to whisper of lies, Silence mask, forgotten tips. Fills bottomless vessel of desires...