Текст песни Доступ Закрыт - Мотив Забытый

I scribbled with a sharp razor,
On the wall are crooked signs.
Unraveled motive unraveled,
What the monks sang to me.
I myself did not know what I was doing,
By unlocking this door.
It cries my soul -
It tears upwards.

Played the infernal flute,
In the head are strangers' notes.
By chasing my nerves,
Causing thoughts in the comb.
Locking in the gray corner,
Closing the same door.
My soul is crying there!
It tears up ...

I stayed in complete emptiness,
Cursing the light,
I wanted not to think about fate,
I have so few years.
I like to roll on the grass,
On the damp earth,
Watching the bright rays,
What's coming to me ...

Not native became the walls,
Those that pleased the look.
Non-native persons have become,
What do they call me back.
"I can not, I can not ..."
And do not wait any longer, "
It cries my soul,
Wants to breathe ...

I stayed in complete emptiness,
Cursing the light,
I wanted not to think about fate,
I have so few years.
I like to roll on the grass,
On the damp earth,
Watching the bright rays,
What's coming to me ...
That they always fly to me ...