Текст песни Nethergarde - Крики тесного дома

Under the muffled screams of the neighbor
I looked at night-dark.
Shouting his wife-deaf blows
At dawn silence-light.

Sprinky violin-whisper of headphones
The voice scrolls is cold for dinner,
Walls absorb my thoughtfulness
Master to understand what is just needed.

Whose voices? - You can print better
I would print - but no,
Live in longing and sadness
Live as lived and live.

Once smoking on the stairs
Understand why a neighbor screams so
Why hits his wife-night through the night
The balance of communication is silent.

Meet her on the floor
Respond to help request
Understand her guilt again
Lying nearby and new pose.

Whose screams this time?
My quiet panel five-storey,
Violinist, husband whores pierces knife
And puts in the cold hell of the trunk.