Текст песни Ёлка, Шеff - Террор

Wind inside, you can't find yourself
Nowhere to go, tears of longing

Dark tunnel
Palace of dark light
Space presses, empty packages fly in the face
Suicide girl is not a dream
No longer a dream
Water foams - sings in unison
Ding-dong, ding-dong
Knocking heels
Silhouettes at the cliff of a mountain river
The water is rustling
Eyes look to the sky
Time is relentless, time is inexorable
A sigh is like a cross on someone's point of view
Exhale - reincarnation
Two flints rub against each other
The inner spirit has reached a boiling point

Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk
On the asphalt of the soul
The grace of peace in a dance of war
Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk
On the asphalt of the soul
The grace of peace in a dance of war

Wind inside, you can't find yourself
Nowhere to go, tears of longing

The flame circulates slowly in a circle
Burning those who run ahead
The crescents are burning
Magnetic zones
Thoughts on a piece of paper are chained
Chilled fingers are shackled
Hot news a fraction chewed
They knock like hammers
About, without a reason
Electric wires tied the heart of the city
Deaf silence
Reckoning melody - blindfolded
Black thunderstorm comes out alone on the field
They argue between their own and others' will

Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk
On the asphalt of the soul
The grace of peace in a dance of war
Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk
On the asphalt of the soul
The grace of peace in a dance of war

A hurricane bursts inside
Hearts beat out the rhythm
Black diamond of the East
Blinds passing by
Screams from the underground
Lava spews
River-melancholy - something pulls back to the bottom
Mountains in music play
Symbol - dance of fire
The question "Where"?
The answer is "I'm going to heaven"
Hidden path-path
Draws a castle of light
One and only there
No return ticket
The song is calling, this song
Calls to the origins
Pours water over the song
Then he shocks
Hidden mysticism at the bottom of the city of dust
It's scary when they die, for just living

Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk
On the asphalt of the soul
The grace of peace in a dance of war
Young body tied with TNT
The word "revenge" is drawn in chalk
On the asphalt of the soul
The grace of peace in a dance of war

Wind inside, you can't find yourself
Nowhere to go, tears of longing

Why why?
Why why?
Why why?
Why are these deaths?