Текст песни филипкин - пустой

you run and you suffocate
while time drags you to the edge
fade and bend more and more
how paper gets used to bending

your soul is like a forest silent
at night, mean or summer heat
you chose for a long time and still made a mistake
and you sit empty again

you go to the sound of a cold voice
stuck to the heart of longing for birth
trying to get rid of his question
how to live under the shadow of impending oblivion