Текст песни ABYSSPHERE - Шкатулка

Hidden from the attic
Among the old stuff and other things
I found it in an old and dusty box
Full of hope and disappeared days
This box , I opened it
It has been exposed to dust at the bottom of
Struck melody I froze on the spot
While the sound from under the covers shivering in the dark

Under the hood was my world in the dark
I swapped to the suffering
And the years of aimless wandering in itself
Unspoken words of his repentance
Reject light , forgotten gods
I do not live , but rather exist
According to the infernal circle of wandering years
I can only see your smile

Like an old prospector in the heart of the desert
In this old box I'm looking at the bottom
But there's only dust and shadows of the past
And the rust of days spent in the void
Shadow pain alive, but over the years decayed
Opal as dust on my box
Only your memory to preserve and which was able
The memory of a distant smile of your

Trembling hand, I close the box
Only the last notes die down in the night
How desolate suddenly my house
Disappear all the sounds , and even causes
The sky will open , the rain will pour down
The ruins of a lost world
In this prison of false images
I was like a bird deprived of wings
I waited too long , I was somewhere between
Rain hit in the face, but I still
Wind burst into the open windows
And not find anyone inside