Текст песни Grey - Синдром

The last breath
open eyes
see
Broken world around you
A glass in the hand
And a slow moan
There are more colors
but now you can see a dirty floor

I have nowhere to go
But this is all salt
There is nowhere to put stigma
I take pain
Little hell
created by me
In an attempt to get along
With myself

Through me
Smoke rushes
will come out yesterday's secrets
The world in the window
Suddenly it will become different
It will blossom in dangerous hopes

pain
Like a pulse
He will prove to me that I'm still alive
So many years
alone with oneself

Here is a new day
on the table
exactly like the old one
as miserable as all
Open the door
And go out
to yourself on the table
leave a drunken moan as a keepsake
I would draw everyone
chalk on the wall
Such a strange photo
In memory of me
But the rain will drag
will wash his faces and chalk
And I'll leave quietly ...

Alone with oneself ...