Текст песни Звук в формате - Отель

In my mind to build a house of convolutions
In it there is a wall, and all that is necessary for life
New tenants are constantly occupy him
And gradually from inside the house my demolish

There's a maniac lives, sharpens a new blade
There is one doctor, an intelligent species
They say even one local gangster lives
The artist with an easel and a new picture

The painting "hotel", seemingly simple construction
From the balcony one can see the cold sweat on their faces
The house is not new, and a little clogged
But to live in it is still possible, though he seemingly beaten

And on the bench under the house lying body
It does not move, or speak
He thinks that the brain is like a "hotel"
It carried over, and just waiting for your new trip