Текст песни Lissen2 - Лабиринт

And again the same door, and again the word seems new.
The way is now to kill the stimuli and the body even, but the mind is stronger.
When someone whispers: "Open it, do not, stop!"
There is no way out of the labyrinth, old, take Cuban,
And follow me, in the trail a little smoke.
No, do not need fiery water to us, let`s go.
Miles of the road, the waves of the river and the dust full of tunic.
Willpower is plenty and clarity in the head.
Change the style for any occasion - past.
We'll smoke the pipe of peace, you're saying to me on the exhale: "Stop!".
Reed satellite.
About the fine lines of the Grail, for what I am a renegade?
And where is the truth?
Listen, you're a trigger,
The last bullet in the temple on the dope will not let down.
A cigarette butt will be thrown out the window, adding: "Fuck with him."
Or what then is my friend for? The sky is from the gaps and clouds.
The road from the studied, stranger to the future twisted.
Wheels of trucks with foreign cargo of routes.
I started this game myself and write rules to it.
Let slowly, little by little, small dolls fade,
That the water is troubled, I'm not on the road with them.

The gates of the catacombs are not covered tightly, the seals are broken.
Above the entrance is the words of the commandment "Do not go in."
There is no way back, whatever one may say, the compass is naughty.
Azimuth shot down, like the others before you, who took the maze.
There are no maps and plans of this area strange.
Heroes of the bowels attract the words of the legend of the old,
That there will be happiness to the one who will defeat the beast here.
Yes, only the beast does not exist in it, the beast is the labyrinth itself.

Everyone has ever been in the search for thoughts.
Someone just wanted to find, well, someone to increase their numbers.
In the picture of concrete wall whims.
There or somewhere nearby, here somewhere somewhere.
Where all hopes are understood, hearts are killed at times.
But not at all those that hurt for hours under the rhythms of harmonics.
But not an infinite curve with a pulse of involvement in the world.
And in fact we often pull the edge to quickly align.
A new granule will come to us again.
Will again look quite different eyes on us.
And to invent a new view from the window will come a moment.
And a new beginning will start a new beginning.
The routes here have a single law,
Heart-dead ends, and there are no white strips of zebra.
With ashes for a moment, we will fly high above them.
With the ashes of the greedy take off, we take off the ashes of the generous.

For a turn, turn, move inward along a spiral.
Everyone who enters it must hope to leave.
And hundreds of eaten souls only awaken in him an appetite.
In the menu on the list is yours, you will be devoured by a labyrinth.
There are no maps and plans of this area strange.
Heroes of the bowels attract the words of the legend of the old,
That there will be happiness to the one who will defeat the beast here.
Yes, only the beast does not exist in it, the beast is the labyrinth itself.