Текст песни Доступ закрыт - Мотив Забытый

I scribbled a sharp razor,
On the wall curves signs.
Unravel the motive forgotten
What the monks sang to me.
I did not know what he was doing,
Unlocking the door.
This is my soul cries -
Breaks up.

Struck up a hell of a flute,
At the head of someone else's notes.
Expose my nerves,
Corral thoughts in the cell.
Locking in a gray corner
Closing the same door.
There was crying my soul!
Breaks up ...

I was in complete emptiness,
Cursing light
I did not want to think about the fate,
I have so few years.
I like to lie on the grass,
On wet ground,
Watching the bright rays,
What fly to me ...

Not native steel wall
Those that are pleasing to view.
Do not become native person,
What they call me back.
"I can not, I can not ...
And do not wait any longer "
That my soul is crying,
He wants to breathe ...

I was in complete emptiness,
Cursing light
I did not want to think about the fate,
I have so few years.
I like to lie on the grass,
On wet ground,
Watching the bright rays,
What fly to me ...
What fly has always co-Me ...