Текст песни Spatorna - В Пустоте

Scribbled a sharp razor ,
Signs on the wall curves .
Unravel the motive forgotten
That I sang the monks .
I did not know what he was doing ,
Unlocking the door .
This is my soul cries -
Torn up .

Played a hell of a flute ,
At the head of someone else's notes.
Baring my nerves ,
Forcing thoughts into the cell.
Locking in a gray corner
Closing the same door .
There crying my soul !
Torn up ...

I stayed in a complete vacuum,
Cursing the light,
I would not think about the fate ,
I so few years.
I love to lie on the grass ,
On the damp ground ,
Watching the bright rays ,
That fly to me ...

Not native steel walls,
Those that are pleasing look.
Non-native became the person
That my name back.
& quot; I can not, I can not ...
And do not wait any longer & quot ;,
This is my soul is crying ,
Want to breathe ...

I stayed in a complete vacuum,
Cursing the light,
I would not think about the fate ,
I so few years.
I love to lie on the grass ,
On the damp ground ,
Watching the bright rays ,
That fly to me ...
That always fly to- me ...