Текст песни Николай Гром-Че Сергеев - Комната

People without eyes, who drives them?
People without eyes, who is waiting for them?
The instincts inside dance
Water turns to ice
The cold will take its toll
He does not burn, but does not sleep
Each pond
Is silent

Ave. The Darkest Room
Hide me from the fuss
Broken time, bent
I'm not afraid of darkness

People without eyes need spectacles,
Bread and faith in the creator,
Field of protests and shooting ranges
The plot of the merchant scoundrel
And why not get old? (I sing)
What is compassion for?
Why burn?
Wait ...