Текст песни MaturaDorma - Вор кислорода

BREATHE! BREATHE!
I know next to you!
Draw, paint their thoughts,
You're living on a thread to collect,
Full, the bowl edge of their own destiny,
For what you are burning those few seconds?
For whom the warm air in your chest?

Trembling moan so pitifully In NIGHT emitted
Do you want to take away all my thoughts and feelings,
For what you are all these fates you break?
For someone squeezes them as if in a vise?

But! it's your pain,
These are your dreams!
It's a pity we do not hide YOUR VIEW,
I know who you are.

Who were you without them, a prisoner in a cage
VICTIM evil of others, puppets
Yes, I was waiting for you - here's your reward,
Come creature - the seventh circle of hell.

This is your pain,
These are your dreams.