Текст песни Кривошеин Роман - В тупике

For so much pain for so many dreams
It was a peck of salt, sweet words sound
Life can, and the less we
Tearing of the skin ridges darkness

Well, I can not go - the door closed!
Knife, framed in his throat and someone is silent.
Here there is no luck, believe do not believe
All zaloman color and wood burning ...
Only blue smoke streams at an impasse!

Paradise dead body find
Better in dirt - alive!
And to dream to row, row
Oh how I want, I want, I want!
But if you say, I am silent

Well, I can not go - the door closed!
Knife, framed in his throat and someone is silent.
Here there is no luck, believe do not believe
All zaloman color and wood burning ...
Only blue smoke streams at an impasse!

You know, compromises are no longer terrify
When not in someone to believe and nothing to lose
When I wanted to live
When I wanted to love
Not worth more, go
There will be something to cherish

Well, I can not go - the door closed!
Knife, framed in his throat and someone is silent.
Here there is no luck, believe do not believe
All zaloman color and wood burning ...
Only blue smoke streams at an impasse!
Only blue smoke streams at an impasse!
Only blue smoke ...
Only blue smoke streams at an impasse!