Текст песни Лексема - В глубине

In the depths, in dark cellars
There is no sun.
And not that it would have little,
And it is not something that would one beam
Wade in darkness,
It's just not.
And his non-existence
It depends only on the people.

Then muffled.
Then the damp eats the soul,
Leaving from a man only a puddle.
In the depths, in dark cellars,
Where hand - rocks, where the heart is - ice,
I think if I would have been of a different material,
I would have long ago proved to be dead.
So, creaking bones, in the eyes of the darkness,
I do not expect anyone to visit.
This is my prison.

dust environment, an my Brady
In this blackness
I once remarked,
What I became not at all
Who was before,
When I was drowning in the sun,
As the ship.
When the heart is burning, his hands warmed,
But deep in my dungeon
It makes no sense to open sockets.
It makes no sense.

Cold.
I am cold.
Wind molds from dirt carousel.
Noise rustling man on a busy street.
Shshshshsh ... Shshshshsh ... Shhhh ...
I hear and I just think so?
Cold.
I am cold
In my depth.
I am cold.

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