Текст песни особые условия - отражение

Look into my eyes you will see reflected there,
On the cold concrete floor in the twilight of the well.
I would like to be blind to hide from you regret
I would like to believe that this world is woven out of the sun.

Replacing feigned smile grin repentance,
I cut thin blade tired pale cheeks.
Again lie on his lips like an echo reflected despair,
Again, take the paper cold line.

Put your hand on my shoulder I nashepchi recognition
You upreshsya bone chip in what was once the wings.
Was I really your sins punished
Did you have to torture dreams and thoughts.

It is better to be hid in the night forever, I Sgin in silence of forests,
Will from branch to branch fluttering shadow, a ghost midnight.
The door shut tighter, ever turn the bolt.
The door that leads to the abyss. Abyss den bastards