Текст песни Paul Baldhill - 15 Этажей

Early morning,
Minus five degrees.
The ice on the asphalt is poured,
It reflects every ray of light.
At the entrance are flying scraps of newspaper.
I go tired after a sleepless
Night full of absinthe to the brim.
Sneakers slip on the frozen water,
Thoughts shivering in my head.

Fifteen go upstairs floors.
Elevator does not work, turn off the lights.
Fifteen floors will go looking
On the dirty walls and broken windows.
Fifteen go upstairs floors.
Elevator does not work, turn off the lights.
Fifteen go upstairs floors.
By spiral past years.

Leaving behind a railing from Chlef
Each stage giving some of my strength
I will go up -
Right on the roof
A black attic
where audible rustle as the mouse.

Making his way through the debris,
Kicking trash and ashes.
Each floor of freedom
And simultaneously captured
On the way to the creaking of the door rotten
The first glare February dawn

My path only up
By infinite spans
Exit out the window at any time,
But I'm not ready to fly.

My path just up ...