Текст песни pureall - Backstage Garden

From your home to me - a stone's throw
Well, where are you? You do not hear ...
I am here, here behind the scenes of a huge garden
From here you can see everything, everything
And I like the enthusiastic child watching
But loneliness so pulls, pulls down
I hope you'll forgive me ...
When will the hour
And I probably will not hear you anymore
It just so happened that we all are
Everything is as it is, we are here ..

See how amazing sunrise
Smear voyami sirens plants
Inviting slaves continued production
But you, you bitch, do not run away
To his well-groomed and clean hole
After all, what we are accustomed to
Inevitably disappears ..
Hopefully soon all this stuff about me
It will result in only the ashes, but you know:
Now everything will be fine ...