Текст песни Архитектура забвения - Слагая печальные звуки

Slug sad sounds
In a beautiful, delicate song
About something dreamed bird
The cold summer night.
And I dreamed your hands:
They ate cold mold,
And I wanted to pray,
But someone whispered: & quot; Shut up .. & quot;

And I got lost in the sounds,
And the dream turned to mist,
And the hands of willow foliage
Powerless hung it ..
And moonlight zauhav,
Swallow, as drug addicts,
Owls that will be alive
The last day prilunnym

And Rose had their hands:
Spikes reveled in blood,
Fog seeped from the stem
And sailed frightening dream ..
At night the sad sounds
I played with my love ..
If only I could - pray
And I would have thought otherwise.