Текст песни proЭкт Ы - тюремный сон

am f c g dm e
the doors are closing behind me
I want to be free, I'm sure of a lawyer
a date with him gives me more confidence
I'd rather get out of here, I'm so tired of everything here


these four walls soaked in someone's blood
they press on me I breathe someone else's pain
and around me bastards and brutes
which in the mouth the finger does not lie on the elbow will bite off the pad

there is only one hope for a lawyer
let him think the infection is not small enough
and even if I don’t get out from here
let the fucking bitch change mode

and time drags on slowly like a dream
as if slow motion filming in a movie is not vedam
We are tired of these sad mines on our faces
I want so much free air to breathe already

and every time the same way to live
woke up, ate, walk and grieve into the camera
got backgammon and cards to play
these fucking games make their heads ache

am f c g (e)

and wakes up a long prison dream (4)