Låttexter:
Ahimas

Пес: Волны там. Волны там. Волны здесь.Волны здесь. Волны там где нас нет. Волны там где мы есть. Волны там. Волны там. Волны здесь.Волны здесь. Волны

мы наберем высоту и снова свалимся вниз ведь нам так нравится падать, ломая хрупкие крылья наркотик по смс перед сном, так важно ты закрываешь глаза,

Flaxen, the dress is born Crush a crushing stone Tie a starching walls Wake takes a mumbling form Wake takes a mumbling form Flaxen, the dress is old

Woe is me, oh this deception modifies myself I've hurt my feelings now Searching for reasons to make me sad And always stricken with doubt On the outside

Theres a house across the river but alas i cannot swim And a garden of such beauty that the flowers seem to grin Theres a house across the river but

He used to be a singer in a rock and roll band He would write the songs and I'd tremble at his hand But oh, la, la, he lost poetic ethic And his songs

He wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the shape of his nose He wants to die where nobody can see him But the beauty of his death

I have traveled past your window many times I find your face too hard to define I can touch you, hollow thing, you plague my mind I can never go outside

I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight