Текст песни Fourlines - Однокомнатный Мир

Although not flashy, we attack your brain
In chips of boards to the detriment of minds flat.
Eternal searches in the end embodying in the story
Hanging out after them everywhere from pole to pole.
It's simple. Of the world we turned the plane
Longing through the centuries will go away after eating your fill.
Find a separate way to master yourself
Plain. In the end, still return to the source.

The sketches are done, it remains to place them in place
Everyone is interested in whose guise I will rise tomorrow
And everywhere the winds howl about the same thing
They make history. Perhaps we can help them with this.
And how many vulgar transparent walls conceal.
My one-room world ... and I'm on the way out. And where he?
Who is out of the skin ... they are completely and difficult to make a mistake.
Making history? Maybe ...... Maybe ... ..

This world is like a nutcase, but forgive him.
I will burn bridges as long as I have enough strength.
And somewhere out there, deep down
Freedom from the shackles will give the meaning of life.

The magic of thoughts is changeable, there is nothing to get confused about
Breathe out the endless essence of this speech
Turning off the candles as if we have captured it in eternity
Let's check the truth that time heals all the same
We whisper ... and the whisper echo transforms into thunderstorms
We are lost ... although not yet put on the wanted list.
We are not frozen, but we are melting. You won't see tears!
From now on, it is no longer too late, from now on just hypnosis ...

The sketches are done, it remains to place them in place
Everyone is interested in whose guise I will rise tomorrow
And everywhere the winds howl about the same thing
They make history. Perhaps we can help them with this.
And how many vulgar transparent walls conceal.
My one-room world ... and I'm out. And where he?
Who is out of the skin ... they are completely and difficult to make a mistake.
Making history? Maybe ...... Maybe ... ..