Текст песни сто метров до цветочного киоска - корабли

My dream is to hear,
As breaks with a crash of the space-time.
And uplyvut ships
Whose bottom has got to hurt me,
whose bottom the ships.

But life tramples my dreams
It was only with great force pushes into the void.
I'm going blind from seeking the truth.
Only a dead tree in front of the window recalls
where I live.

Take me there,
Where there will be false happiness.
I forgot to say,
I just can not live in their world, the world of dreams,
Tired of waking up in the evening.
 
It's hard to breathe in an attempt to turn the soul.
On blades, blood flows faster,
A ceiling laughs louder,
With a wild grin. And I'm flying,
Incision, all patients in the wall.

A new day, all the same,
Just go all the abyss below.
Falling harder every day.
No barriers and supports, all the catch,
New smile, indifferent look.

I would want that the trees grow faster
Untangle a network of solar
And get off the ground.
And weariness falling into the coffin,
I will see leaves, but not dirty sky.