Текст песни Tank - ТАНК - Коридоры

I would quit smoking try to be kind
Dark souls take corridors and flood
Determine the truth and not bury alive
Find my way while the bright star burns

I'm lost where they are my doors
Some hypocrites walk around the bush
It's hard ... if animals look in your eyes
It is very difficult if my happiness was called a price

If the sentence for love is the highest measure
And I got sick of such a shitty manner
You can't run away from her desire not to fulfill
In a big city try to be kind

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I ... along these corridors of memory
Looking for an alibi to justify
I don't want any more losses
Close the door behind me
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Yes I am a killer I killed my dream
Tore to pieces and now I sing about that song
Maybe it's weird, but all I want now is
Meet kindness for at least two minutes

Just ask where and where are you? where are you?
Probably only half a meter was left before you
Surely I was sorry I didn't see I went blind
Didn't notice your flickering light in the twilight

Question down the hallway for interrogation
I don't smoke anymore
I don't dream anymore, I hardly live
A prayer sounded means not to burn in hell

So the sky is closer, the earth is lower where higher
Spring rains are cleaner, quieter
Before I forget the cold country
I confess I got confused, I made up my dream

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I ... along these corridors of memory
Looking for an alibi to justify
I don't want any more losses
Close the door behind me
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And to me the seas, oceans, unidentified countries
Floating with scarlet blood fill the wounds
Unsent telegrams to the guardian angel
Something once did not fly nearby whistled

Barely barely a soul in my body mom dad I really
Didn't become the one you wanted to see in me
Sorry, it's okay, believe me, I'm not crying
I myself choked out my luck

I used to chop from the shoulder there was a recoil
Then I understood a lot of blood from hot
Without wasting the face of the past I take out the mistakes
They were numbers dead to me

From them fists turn bloody
And love and hate become equal
It is clear that transitions are not smooth
What the fuck can be the income from this

Got to a cliff at its edge
Wouldn't send past misses to pussy
I know that I'm dying there is not much time
Happy to remain unidentified countries

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I ... along these corridors of memory
Looking for an alibi to justify
I don't want any more losses
Close the door behind me
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