Текст песни филипкин - пустой

running away and vanity suffocate
until the time is dragging you to the precipice
tuskneesh and more flex
as paper gets used to bend

your soul is like a forest calmed down
night miserly or summer heat
you chose a long time and is still wrong
and then sit empty

going to sound cold voice
adhering to the heart longing birth
trying to get rid of his problem
how to live under the shadow of impending oblivion