Текст песни Сплин - Лабиринт

You're taking me to the world of underground tunnels,
Corridors, Mirrors, dead ends, turns,
Bridges, mazes, hanging gardens,
The streets of the ancient city, where at the gate
Hanged Castle. And it should be clockwise.
And in the shadow of the hill resting cohort.

The minute hand is against the clock.
The minute hand is against the clock.

You're taking me to the world in which the Northwind
Blowing through the windows tightly closed
All transitions of your gallery,
Where in the silence of the night come alive fabric,
And the beat of the music, and the motion of light,
And the whole night waiting for the fleet

On the coast sad burning beacons.

You're taking me to the world where I am - this is me,
And no longer the law of attraction works.
Lights under the feet of the planet Earth,
Continuing its circular motion,
Which leads us to the horror or delight
This extends the half-life time of uranium.
Lit cigarette. Is Red East.
Champagne pours from the tap in the kitchen

In our heads ...
In our heads ...
In our heads ...
In our heads ...