Текст песни CASUAL - На глубину

My very best in the world,
Who here would be a target in a shooting gallery,
Who went to E2-E4,
And remains in offside on the sidelines.

In my favorite shirt,
Not written more than a single line,
And do not tell her daughter is now,
The book is closed, come to an end.

Chorus:

And I'm going into the depths.

We are with you never notice
On the cold blurred portrait
Not on Skype and the Internet,
Steel is offline we on this planet.

In the ocean of my dreams,
The plane casts no shadow,
Dispersed, no doubt,
Six fifty, stopped time.

Chorus:

And I'm going into the depths.