Текст песни Спрут - Катакомбы

1
love the catacombs of cigarette smoke
and as if happiness you did not want, did not become a favorite
and hands in the blood is broken, trying to wake up from the pain
a sadness and fear of killing, that which is called "feeling"

chorus:
but again I close my eyes and try to imagine
that was awful for a long time and that is not the correct
close all the doors and windows, I will make myself believe
in what will soon be opened, closed the door tightly

2
broken windows and mirrors, torn notebook
and I destroy sleep border exit of reality for the sake of
Broken blood smeared photo on a shelf
from the heart to cry, I remain rusty needle

as soon scatter the dust memories of you
and will be reflected in the mirrors of my frightened face
I learn to fly in the direction of the empty winds
He tore off the whole burden of the fear, pain and other dreams