Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - По холодным коридорам

In cold corridors in the web of mirages,
In conversations rags, in fragments of stained glass
I go in your dreams,
To return your soul from a desert country.

Do not interrupt me, angels, fairy tale spin.
Do not leave me with an open back.
Wish me not divide people in the world.
Save me from the damage done by cattle war.

I do not regret what - at insane there is no judgment.
Time does not heal those who remember: the whim of the heart - forever
Stay a
At the behest of the legend, for the sake of argument with destiny.

Help me, angels, not fall,
In an hour, when I go over the abyss of anguish,
Hiding songs at heart artless power
To find your shadow in the labyrinths of the human.

I wove its spell, drew water.
Not stuck fallen brothers left alone in trouble.
Word of steel sings:
Everyone can go back - remember his name!

Teach, winged, heal
Indifferently-blind to the wonders of the world.
Select the street from the death of the earth
In the region, where it will submit to the hand of heaven.

Is it true, angels, I have enough strength to ask? ..