Текст песни Фикус - Тот, кто писал страшные сказки

I'm used to the shadows in your head ,
Do not confuse me, no paint,
No , I 'm afraid , honestly you:
" I am writing scary stories ."

In my dreams endlessly die Alice ,
Princess disappear right from the ball ,
Cities flood smelly rat
My dreams are not different from hell .

I write on paper next creation ,
Deriving letter ink pen .
And I reflect on a moment :
" Maybe it's not a dream ? "

Oh, I got used to the lack of clarity of thought ,
And the fact that everyone around wear masks ,
Whisper suddenly the leaves whisper :
" I live in a terrible fairy tale ."