Текст песни Агата Кристи - 12. Кондуктор

These walls are pressured again, me
Closes darkness, what's next?
Bayonets are cold,
Stripping from the chest torn cough.

Whether it is laughter
Whether it is the collapse,
Whether the fear return to the void.
It became something not as if
Again the door covered the conductor,
And the wind beats the wind.

Wind cold snacks hearts,
Rosa Hay Salt's eyes.
And it is impossible to scream or silence,
Can be broken with mouth
Spit blood.

Whether it is laughter
Whether it is the collapse,
Whether the fear return to the void.
It became something not as if
Again the door covered the conductor,
And the wind beats the wind.

It became something not as if
Again the door covered the conductor,
And the wind beats the wind.