Pictureplane piosenki

my intent to wash the source and drink to myself when the winter comes they were found too low they were found too low bring her to the place where we died under a tree of forgotten names they were found too low they were found too low...

How do we find what's real? I can feel your mind If we are real, I'm here, you're not inside of me And you can feel my mind too 'cause we do what we want And we are pure We are all post-physical We are all post-physical 

Real is a feeling, yeah. How we all feel real. Red and black colours we love. i'm touching on your dreams again, girl. Cuz' real is a feeling, Yeah. How we all feel real. *untranslatable* i'm swimmin' in your dreams again, girl. Real is a feeling, yea...