Текст песни Александр ДремА - Мой дом - Моя тюрьма

With g a f
Sometimes so hard to tell
What night you dream about
Looking into silent ceiling
You spend your days
And you dream of land
Where pain and fear are just words
Where will the joy and peace
Where are you and silence
H G D G

I am very difficult here in darkness
And every day the struggle
I find it difficult to keep everything
My home has become my prison

I do not want to explain everything
I still do not believe you
And do not try to show something
No place here empty words
And again ash wall
Put upon my eyes
Lovely, wonderful, good dream
In which only silence