Текст песни st1x - Last chance

He sits at the window looks at the watch
and afraid will not have time, time is running

His rooms are empty - ice chamber
And on the bed those tracks that you left then
He sits at the window looks at the watch
and afraid will not have time, time is running

Your shadow in the lumen in the doorway in the open
not step on the meter you are under the fear - phobias
And just the door, how not cool built
as a pointer divides fate to two sides

Although jealousy was the cause of the consumption here in the end
passed nerves in the house became pale wallpaper
With each crossed pain in the heart goes out the fire
This is not gas - the smell of agony - loop on the balcony

not to sin not to crash yourself with no climb
you write him send at least sms
You show that he stayed roads - eternal memory
And the quarrel will not be lit in your home - Clef