Текст песни ARтель - Лампа

At every lamp has a lampshade,
His world in which only she can shine
But a click fashion switch and darkness
lightning bulbs ordinary alarm.

I Gray fingers, having brought to the fire,
And nezhus in ecstasy someone's light.
Only there in tight blinders shove
His words. I am able to name it all.

But I need my bright world.
My garden in which to bloom anything can.
I am not want recluse apartments
And the wind in my head to be worthless.

So fragile broken tungsten bulbs,
Burns, flaring brightly last time.
I build myself round the invisible church
What would not leave behind only a pile of ashes.