Текст песни Paul Puzzler - В ссадинах

I do not need your confessions,
And I do not feed hope,
That already rubs the window in the wall between us
Funny guy with arrows.
After all, everyone believes his signs
And goes in their footsteps.
You, of course, know about it,
And I understand everything myself

You are land, scorched by fires,
And do not want in other people's hands
To be, but here is the coincidence, my two centuries
Already behind their backs are connected.
Sometimes it is not necessary to love to the coffin,
And the one with whom you can stand by the window,
Just waiting for the sunrise.

Maybe it is incorrect.
But this is our own rules.
And rides our life with screenshots in news ribbons,
And the souls are all in abrasions

Yes, I know about all these stages,
To thirty became completely patient,
But as it is a pity that it is impossible to just take hands
And speak simple words.
We surround people every day,
And we reflect them
If you knew how you shy,
When we stay alone.