Текст песни Сергей Панда - Врач.

Cold, dark corridor,
I can not see myself,
I go day after day,
Bare feet barely dragging.
Blow the door!
And my heart sank,
Perhaps doctors acting up again,
Rotting for half a century,
But it did not meet in hell.

I felt the cold breath of the neck
And the smell of decay hung in the air,
It is high time!
Disrupt the sobbing cry
And through the hospital floor, I fell down.

I hit back on something as I realized in the end table.
At the time I was pinned down the chain and he was in front of me ...
Thin crazy, unrealistic, dragged across the floor, he cleaver
Only a rare light bulbs hospital, dared to violate the total darkness ..

At the moment, armed sword over his head!
Like an inflated, but not skinny hand!
Fear froze all as ..
Unable to withstand such a strain,
The heart of the poor fellow, in an instant torn ..

What's wrong with my son? What happened to him?
He shouted incessantly father, and his voice was crying.
We have done everything possible ....
After waiting a moment, the doctor told him skinny.