Текст песни Electricjezus - Деревянная комната

Sweeter than a gunpowder
Older than the dust
The voice that is forgotten,
I find one's tongue
On the skin , cleaner water ,
Stitches raskrovyatsya
In a handful and fists
long odds
In the house where the darkness of blindness
In the primeval smile masks
Few of the world live in the wooden room
To the pit , where the hum in the void ,
Roots torn up bed
Few of the world live in the wooden room