Текст песни DePoSt - Феникс

roots
I raised my oak.
He left to remember
How torn sleeves
On the branches in quarantine
And in holes carousel
With you introduce
On the last day of spring
Do not sleep...

City
Nestled in the clouds
And we are in it just gunpowder
Here is his blow
But I will stay roads
Your stranger's eyes
As the war in Palestine
We are going to dance
The fire ...

What I
Your words are empty
Sand paint memory
To learn how to turn
You are my heart in stone
I'd rather be dead
Under this red sky
The hero of children's books
The dust ...

roots
I raised my oak
I raised my oak
I raised my oak
He left to remember ...