Текст песни Phantoms Of The Night - Зал Ожиданий

It seems to me - life is waiting room,
Night, morning, day, night, fly year.
We all look forward to their schedules,
And time is running out, flowing nowhere.

And a lot of people in front of us passes:
We are looking, hoping to learn the native.
We are looking carefully, and even find
Then left again to look for.

Everyone has an idea of ​​happiness,
But in vain attempts to keep them.
And how can we hurt to lose overnight
All that skillfully managed to catch.

With a heavy heart, after long wanderings,
Under cargo errors, with anguish in his chest
We pull back to the waiting room,
To meet someone, and it can find.