Текст песни arnayt feat. ProTon - Драма Данте

My soul - a 7 laps, on the theory of Dante,
Here, either death or life - Pushkin Dantes.
Cold paw from the depths of indifference suffocates,
So tired before the others hide their their appearance.
Where in the depth, range 7,
There is a dim light, but he would not have gone out.
And I hope to bring him over the precipice of life,
Do not cut short to the bridge - you just hold on.
My soul is darkness for me,
Well, for you it is a mere shadow.
Look up at the stars,
Suddenly it's all your own lighthouse.
What are these lines?
Suddenly it's all some kind of trifle.
I look up at the stars,
Give me at least some sign!
In this life, so much good,
But why is it that way.
Remove children from the screen,
This film does not miss rental.
I put a veto on the ban,
Frames are not mine, and I do not format.
This whole world to me in black and white,
It's like Neformal.