Текст песни Glutathione - Холодные огни

Cold lights, in the prison of my soul
And delicate flowers grow from under the floor.

So tenderly I dreamed, looking at those flowers,
that they shed light in the shadow, love and tenderness they

how strange I dreamed that the light would not go out,
so that they never fade, they always remain faithful.

they withered because there is no sun around, no friends, girlfriends
I realized they won't die in freedom, they will give happiness to everyone around,

let my prison stay with me, and I had happiness,
it grew from under the floor warming cold fires in the prison of my soul