Текст песни Paul Baldhill - 15 Этажей

Early morning,
Minus five degrees.
Ice on the asphalt is overflowing
It reflects every ray of light.
The entrance flies like a newspaper.
I go tired after sleepless
Night absinthe to the edges complete.
Sneakers slide on frozen water
Thoughts Oddrogli in my head.

Fifteen floors will go upstairs.
The elevator does not work, the light is turned off.
Fifteen floors waiting
On dirty walls and broken windows.
Fifteen floors will go upstairs.
The elevator does not work, the light is turned off.
Fifteen floors will go upstairs.
On the spiral of the years lived.

Leaving a railing sphere
Each stage giving part of my forces
I will go above -
Right on the roof
Through the Black Church
where you can hear how the mouse rustle.

Breaking through the garbage,
Pin trash and tlen.
Each floor freedom
And at the same time captivity
On the way to the screen of the rotten door
To the first glare of the February dawn

My way only up
On infinite spans
You can exit the window at any time,
But I'm not ready for flight.

My way is just up ...