Текст песни Екатерина Яшникова - Лабиринт

Throwing through the days of Labyrinth
Time is pushed
Moves all faster and quieter
Perhaps at this hour
I will see the way out in it

New Year is still weak blind puppy
Nose doing in the fingers of the master's legs
And he does not know that a short time
His life is measured - twelve rows
Calendar Wall, empty sheet
Too little to sum up

In myths more truth than you want to believe
Minotaur of metaphor loneliness
Reaching honors, his feed society
Chairman when this feast will end?
Last year was kind to me, the goal is closer
But somewhere nearby, whose burned hut
On my Christmas tree, the ball is golden, hear me
Happiness to everyone, let no one go offended