Текст песни Dimaestro - Прости

Sorry…
I just didn't know where to go,
Confused in your own wires
Having learned for the first time what fear is.
Alone
Standing face to the wall
Throwing along the corners.

Laying, locked up
Live ban

Sorry…
Apparently coincided so ways:
You are always south, I east.
For every step, giving birth hundreds of lines.
Sing nowhere, sing to anyone.
I know only like
But I do not know why.

Forbid, prohibit
Live locked

Sorry…
Apparently with those rail I do not get away.
And you know, so be.
After all, to sing I should not forget
All your bullets, all your bullets,
All your knives, all your knives
In my chest.

Allowed, allow
Live locked

Sorry…