Текст песни Истинный Облик - Тупик

I'm sitting in a box in a corner,
I play with a rope with a hook in the ceiling,
I did not care, trying to figure out this life.
And bored and have nothing to sing,
On the train to heaven I'm afraid not to have time,
And softly whispered snowflakes on her bare arm.

Chorus:
A cigarette smoke darkens the hail,
Clubs and lures, hanging loop.
Soldier did not notice the loss of the detachment,
This one, no one will know.

Entangled in life, I confused nodes
But I was not ready for a mad dances,
Dance quietly, I will no longer interfere.
Everyone has a chance to die,
And the train goes - I'm afraid not to have time,
Alas, you have far and I do not understand.