Текст песни EG - Коридоры.

Thoughts corridors - strangled and strangling and suffocating!
As I have a cold puddles in the future horror.
And you do not wander on my path. here
One in five of five - lone warrior in pain.

Warrior, if: either selected or drowned.
Between pontomim that were filled with malice.
And waves of headphones that wires strangle me:
So stuffy, and in the ears tact, of the facts, sometimes climbs.

Sometimes propadayu.Myslyami already in the sky.
I have seen many things, but it would be better that I did not know.
Less than knowing dawn sleep tight.
There is no easier hour by hour. But less and less of a leaf.

Cuts ears music, but without it I can not hear nicherta.
And this, among many, unity breathe here.
And above would, but not behind the wings of an angel, and a bloody whirlpool.
Like it or not, no way to roam the corridors, on the other.