Текст песни Sopka - Клетка

Personalize fears
Reconstruct pain.
Value - a drop of moisture,
When your salt on the lips.

The inertia of everyday life,
Everywhere and always need a connection.
Fear of ingloriously be forgotten,
To be trampled into the mud up to their ears.

Mix and leave care.
Go, fly away, escape.
Choking miserable work
Destroys the desire to get up.

Hidden from the world,
To hide from these people.
Through space black holes,
Fall into the world of great ideas.

Drops lie strewn path,
Its boundaries are not crossed out Fear.

Where the Heart - the motor
And through the veins of a mercury
You built a fence
To deceive themselves

And now in your eyes
Every passer-by saw only fear.

Where there are not looking for reasons,
Where there is no any law.
Happiness - the lack of power.
Happiness - to leave the enclosure.