Текст песни Полигон - Сомнения

Like in a cauldron over hellfire
Like a junkie on the last needle
Neither alive nor dead - I'm a living corpse,
Doubts in people gnaw at a throat.

Who to trust, whom to check,
For the sake of whom to risk your head,
Who should not hesitate to put a shoulder,
And as if later it didn’t turn sideways yet.

Closed eyelids
Akin to a cripple
Crawling to the touch along muddy puddles,
Put dams on the river
And let me get drunk from pure souls.
The answer will not take long:
My world is probed - I’m resuscitated.

Someone litter, someone clean,
Someone dooms himself to torment,
And certainly there is sacred
Even the one whose number is six.

You give the last shirt off your shoulder
It’s easy on the heart, but life is hot.
There’s a sweet gingerbread in my eyes, a whip above my back,
Where is my truth, her collar ruins her.