Текст песни Фобия - С головою в омуте

below the cold,
Only shadow and stone faces .
in the strong legs of the city,
not escape and be free .
as if in a stuffy room ,
where there is no light and packed with windows,
with his head in a whirlpool ,
sounds stupid climb on the glass.
barbed wire ,
tight weave ropes on aspen .
those who were dear ,
leaving Forgiveness is not asked.
scratched his head,
tightening around his neck a dead knot.
lurch to one side,
and forget about those who need you