Текст песни FANTAZM - Слон

Tunnels dark streets
Goes to infinity.
Staggering in the doorways
I'm tired of the world.
The desert stops
Evening transplants
smoky carriages
Smoke-filled formulations.
Closed space,
Open threat
Forgotten in the basement
Stars come across.
Some pass by,
Others look through.
Wearily I close my eyes,
After all in vain.

And die hundreds of times around the circle,
Run look for grains of gold,
Falling to the bottom, but deeply conscious
Remember it - the image of knowledge: I am not alone.

Deaf cotton burns,
Nakalivayas lamp.
I breathe hard
Fall foliage.
It becomes a little quieter,
In the eyes of the dark sky,
The curve of my life
It becomes a straight line.
Tunnels dark streets
Goes to infinity,
Staggering in the doorways
I'm tired of the world,
The desert stops
And a string of errors.
I say: "Do not treat"
I say: "Do not become easier."

And die hundreds of times around the circle,
Run look for grains of gold,
Falling to the bottom, but deeply conscious
Remember it - the image of knowledge: I am not alone.