Текст песни бумажные цветы - дом

We're locked in these panel graves
That hearts bury from the inside
All apartments are soaked in rot
And happiness and joy are already behind
Life ends remnants of moments
Flies like a raindrop in the spring
Collapsing a network of concrete phenomena
Life won't end from panel shadows
Closed house is locked
the closed house lost and fell silent
Closed house
Locked
Closed house is pouring into the threshold

And the heart inside and hardened long ago
And you won't come to me for tea
The sun sang of pain and blood
That the edge is not visible
Here is life and here is death
It will all end quickly in a blink of an eye
Only he stands on the hill
Black House live infantry