что-то, не Цой точно - но пиконое | Текст песни

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Restless eyes gather casts of clay.

Seated on the verge of a cursed smile.

The tide drowns a promise in silence;

a bride's shadow vanished in deceit.

It chokes and drinks of forgetfulness

as faces vanish into a glow.

The waning voice distressed in fear...

our thin reprieve rises and blooms.

Seek devotion through the scope on an endless longing.

Seek devotion through the scope on an endless longing....

Imperfect words reverberate in a scar untouched.

Breathless dreams conceal this echo over tired minds.

A poisoned grasp exceeds limits....

this unceasing portrait,

this unceasing portrait,

this unceasing portrait

of

our

lies.

I clasp a fallen, I clasp a fallen wish with broken fingers.

I clasp a fallen, I clasp a fallen wish with broken fingers.

I trace this faith.