Текст песни Gallah - Эхом от стен

Echoed from the walls of the lyrics later streets,
I close my eyes, and my muse longs in idleness.
Draw - much, if not yours,
Burn unconscious nights home.
Do not expect that he would say, grinding his teeth
I do not remember it yesterday and not to breathe in the face of expectations -
Throw them in the past, lived through,
And a solid curtain, this crazy pitch cipher.
She so needs its creator Apathy - enough!
Remember me in the first attack.
The same Miss, my ghost, why should cry?
Hero sly glance and crumpled dresses ...
What a wild play-actor and stranger guest,
Let me just frightening arbitrariness -
Casual style, cold tone
Raffle this lot, leaving the "later" his triumphs ...