Текст песни Тёплая Трасса - Коридор

Corridor, silent knocking
My fright, your bleed,
meeting as a result of the separation,
Fights like interludes of plays,
False years of loud life,
A quiet scream where the knife is,
behind the back of a huge experience,
for a soul a hole in a penny
And on the snow
the same names,
Lift me up,
Homeland

With thin hands a fine rain,
A bunch of fine phrases is brewing,
on the table a cold chief,
we live for the last time
First class, first fight,
The wild howl of black holes
will be the first private,
will be a coward commander
And on the snow
I see the same names,
Hold me,
Homeland
Everything is inside, all through,
Secret dreams terrible cargo
dead grandfather Frost
nervously twirling white mustache,
From the shit and the window,
As blind this nail,
between heaven and earth
stuck like a bone
And on the snow
again all the same inena,
Forgive me,
Homeland.