Звездочёт (Depressive Robot Version 2006)

She Likes The sound of dancing, not the Sound she's listening to. The dies with her, but she won't give up. Pure crystal, won't see her past That. Her voice is the Truth, clever Enough. Body will watch She had ancient passage That would lead us to words. Her body will watch me. My name God, the saint I am Listening to. Bless you, little kitty. I'll find some way. The wind is sick Of but there's one to heal it. The wind starts to weep, she Won't ever leave. This the Sound of wind, the that's Inside. The wind has an ancient passage that am To ride in mist and find words