Текст песни Grey - Синдром

last breath
open eyes
see
broken the world around them
glass in hand
and slow moan
It has more colors
but now you can see the dirty floor

I have nowhere to go
but the whole point
nowhere to put the stigma
I accept pain
little hell
created me
in an effort to get along
With myself

through me
promchitsya smoke
come out yesterday's secrets
peace in the window
suddenly becomes another
hazardous hopes blossom

pain
like pulse
I will prove that I am still alive
so many years
by himself

here's a new day
on the table
a hair's breadth as the old
the same as all the poor
open the door to
and get out
himself on the table
leave memory drunken moan
I would draw all
chalk on the wall
such a strange photo
in memory of me you
but delay the rain
wash face and chalk
I quietly leave ...

alone with yourself ...