Текст песни mimoletny - Маршрут построен

Back empty walls to listen to my cries
Calm before the storm, I went to this for a long time so
In my thoughts again damned whisper, I crazy what-if
Sent a rotten world, let the wheel to hell

On the bit-run does not make sense you would be better merged
My thoughts, do not miss, do not get caught in the hospice
You do not help, take the strength in his arms
And then you have unfortunately not sweet

I'm not ready, again shame-head ceiling of my thoughts
I wrote a few lines, so he concludes, brains poraskinte
Route your built-baffled, lost the knack
Run away do not run away, you got in a mousetrap

I'm on the road, in spite of you, built prepyatsviya
I'll tell you the job, crossed fingers
On the way, will be a bomb
Well enough to show off
Build your route
In my mind the mystery of