Джим - солнце в зените - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sun at the zenith changes us faster with hot tracks. A thin wave on the wrist in the summer god signs are drawn by subsequent commanders. We turned to face the bustle and the running walls - each machine, its key detail, the wind touches the bodies, the freshness of quick movements, surrounding the ignorants.

The difference in several changes lies in the palm of his hand and seems to see travelers.

The heart grabs a bastard and feels a beat of time. The knock is spreading in a noise swallowing weak shares.

The sun goes into the Amber Field, answering with a glow, high -altitude grow outside the horizon, the path, tightly closing the knotted fingers on us, continues.