Текст песни Письмо от Зодиака - Доктор, Доктор

Tell the kind doctor
What's on your piece of paper?
In a straitjacket
Everything is aching with me

And the walls every year
Get stronger
And it seems a week
I sleep four days

And there
Outside the cities are burning
The uprising sings
And nobody
Who stands at the epicenter of the fire
Will not die

Abandoned hospitals
Abandoned factories
And the years die
Nobody enters the house

Doctor, kind doctor
Probably warms the soul
Watch me grow old
And wither behind the glass

Nobody
Of those who burn houses
Doesn't know the way back
Can't open this door
Never

Doctor, doctor, die
So natural, easy
How do you understand that for a long time
Forgot to breathe
You will never know
My smallest secret
What is mirrored glass
Does not transmit sound and light

My
The doctor will prescribe an injection
Haloperidol
And peace
The uprising can sleep
Until morning

Tell the kind doctor
When will I be released?
There is no edge to my sadness
Limit and end
And behind the glass it is possible
You have skin problems
No voice and maybe
No body and face

Doctor, doctor, die
So natural, easy
How do you understand that for a long time
Forgot to breathe
You will never know
My smallest secret
What is mirrored glass
Does not transmit sound and light