Текст песни Кривошеин Роман - В тупике

For so much pain, for so many dreams
There was a pud of salt, the sound of sweet words
Life can do more, but less we
Breaking the skin of the crests of darkness

Well, I can not leave - the door is closed!
The knife, someone has framed to a throat and is silent.
Here, there is no luck, believe it or not
All the color is broken and the forest is burning ...
Only blue smoke flows in a dead end!

Paradise to find the dead body
Better in the mud - alive!
And to the dream of rowing, rowing
Oh, how I want, I want, I want to!
But since you said I'm silent

Well, I can not leave - the door is closed!
The knife, someone has framed to a throat and is silent.
Here, there is no luck, believe it or not
All the color is broken and the forest is burning ...
Only blue smoke flows in a dead end!

You know, compromises cease to terrify
When there is nobody to believe and there is nothing to lose
When I wanted to live
When I wanted to love
Not worth more, go
There will be something to cherish

Well, I can not leave - the door is closed!
The knife, someone has framed to a throat and is silent.
Here, there is no luck, believe it or not
All the color is broken and the forest is burning ...
Only blue smoke flows in a dead end!
Only blue smoke flows in a dead end!
Only blue smoke ...
Only blue smoke flows in a dead end!