Текст песни The Line - За тысячу лет

C_____
For a thousand years
E___Am__
One lucky ticket
is impossible
On the tape of old cassettes

You said the word
And the circle was the head
Spread through the foliage ,
But you were wrong.

Sitting in tobacco smoke
And I do not understand .
Probably not the mind
Going into total darkness .

The solution to all theorems -
I'm leaving for good
( Blood from ruptured veins
The newly flooded Eden )

( Have not waiting for change
I lost my Eden )

( Soulless like a mannequin
Behind this edge systems )