Текст песни Красная Пресса - Сон

It was deserted outside the window -
Shade around, and all in a fog.
Fell the world
In the abyss of darkness and suffering.

And the tram tracks
Languish in the waiting room -
Waiting for them in order to let
Phantom of the night in a blanket.

Chorus:
Do not endure me these days,
My mind is captured shadow.
In view of the wanderer is very creepy,
Long time since I became your target?

Fasten the shackles of fear,
From me the smell of death.
I tore my shirt,
Soon disappear from you!

The chance to wake up is not great,
Pull up too late.
Do not let the dark face,
The winner of the virtuoso.

Grab all the boulevards,
I obey and sidewalks.
Pier gave nightmares God,
The image of people and the image of the views!