Текст песни pureall - Backstage Garden

From your home to me - a stone's throw
Well, where are you? You do not hear ...
I am here, there is a huge garden behind the scenes
It is clear from everything, everything
And I'm like an enthusiastic child watch
But loneliness so pulls, pulls down
I hope you'll forgive me ...
When the hour comes
I may no longer hear you
It just so happened that we all are
Everything is as it is, we are here ..

See how amazing sunrise
Smear voyami sirens plants
Inviting slaves to continued production
But you, bitch, will no longer run away
To his well-groomed and clean hole
After all, what we are accustomed
Inevitably disappears ..
Hopefully soon all this stuff about me
It will result in only ashes, but you know:
Now everything will be fine ...