Текст песни Лита - Сны Литы Александер

Gray wall of the corridor,
The thoughts of the veil under the shutter,
Once again, a fragment of sleep, conversation -
Were it, will it be?

Black raven is circulating over me
Only behind the wall of the corridors
Somewhere above the crowd of star eyes -
Were it, will it be?

I gradually open up dreams
I raise a heavy shutter.
I go beyond the line of realities, and there
I see the same gray walls corridor.

Again a veil of reflection
Somewhere behind the wall I see a shadow.
Dreams again before me -
Were it, will it be?

Do not find a way ...