Скрэтч - Звезда - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Up to the heavens and catch the delights that fly into your lips..

It is a sin to sow there, but with love to grow the gardens of raised hands..

Bask in the rays of your eyes, but every time return to the firmament, without which I could not live..

Like a small flower rooted in the sand, just a flower...

In the dirt, and with her face so that she can share all her grievances and fears,

The garden with an ax... rustling hands will chop it down on the chopping block... and rumors will spread... and heads will fly from the heights of printed lines, truthful lines,

Like a small flower broken by a series of legs, just a flower....