Текст песни Малый Черт - За кулисами зеркал

I sleep on the threshold of undertakings trails
And lost choking Arrange
Iron principles and penances
For faith in a lot, which offered peace.

Shadow hypocrisy on stale bread
Saturate the cold look of broken souls,
Blind and colorful beam fell in the hope
Find painted shelter stingy boundaries.

Behind the scenes of the show mirrors puts conscience
For pride faceless and silent.
And the flame to the bitter tendency to shine
Shall be dark lies like an empty dream.
 
Chorus:
 
On three chords built my destiny,
Tutu gave Prima pockets flavor.
I hasten on the thin filaments to nowhere,
But I do not have time, I'm afraid upset string.

(1/11/2013)