Спокойствие гор перед сном

Gondolas in silence in the night. I see the places without fight. I keep the stories broken in time. And feel the summer's breath before the rhyme. I wadded up in something far. But no potential from the start. I felt the pieces of my mind. And some things leave In us the peace of mind. I came to stones inside my head, To carry ghosts of all we said. I've carried scars of broken dreams, But they don't stand alone and speak. I see the curtains closing slow. A place that knew and now can't troll. I've stumbled close, stone for the beat. To stone and dawn that touched my sleeve. I let the sunbursts move with grace, And turn the stone into pure face. I keep the door inside my head, And feed the stone to heed the stead. I'm not the stone, I'm not the same. But I'm still burning lame. I'm not the stone, I'm not the door. I'm ticking from the store. I've been the sea, but something's still. I've been the shadows of my will. I've paid the past, I've lost in space. Unleashed a vault on stone and pace. I see the-