вынуждаеwь - меньше трёх - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

point of departure, the last set course, nerves to hell, like a difficult child, I will lock both of us in the extreme and send ashes to the wind

the lights of the lanterns will approve of my meaning under the fingers of touching in the cold, that it is not possible to bind our words with the warmth of our melting hands and from now on I will not be alone

and in two versions, the lost mind will want to leave fate through the lenses in which I vaguely see my last laid course

collecting the image pixel by pixel, I was ready to walk like a trained dream and now we could no longer be found through the smoke on the empty sidewalks where the fire was found

look into my eyes with an intoxicating gaze, let's forget passwords to all social networks and begin to rake stars into small pockets with our palms

let the feelings spill through our blood, we will look at the fires, what we will leave here between the modest outlined buildings

and the clock is less than three

wrap your warm scarf around my soul, under the wind that gently sends us home, where scenes of timid confessions will explode the horizons behind the taste of bitten lips

and in the irreversibility of a new day in the landscapes of cold pictures one on one, we will quietly fall asleep under the rapid beat of our hearts

remembering each other with the polygons of bodies, the trajectory of glances and the thoughts of words, from you to me the signs of dirty systems stretched like wicker dolls

we will become different, but we don’t care, run to me without looking back, they will test our strength and, having bet two lives, they will go away forever

and the clock is less than three