Lyrics ABYSSPHERE - Шкатулка

Hiding in the attic
Among the old trash and other things
I found her in an old and dusty box
Full of hope and lost days
This is the box, I opened it
She lay for a long time in the dust and at the bottom
Struck by the melody, I froze in place
While the sound from under the cover trembled in the dark

Under the lid, my world remained in the dark
Which I traded for suffering
And years of aimless wanderings in yourself
The unspoken words of his repentance
Cast off by the light, forgotten by the gods
I do not live, but rather exist
Wandering the infernal circle for years
I only see your smile

Like an old prospector in the heart of the desert
In this old box I'm looking at the bottom
But there is only dust and past shadows
And the rust of days lived in the void
The shadow of pain is alive, but over the years decayed
Opal like dust on my casket
Only keep your memory and managed
The memory of your distant smile

With a trembling hand I will close the box
Only the last notes in the night subside
How suddenly my house is empty
All sounds, and even reasons, will disappear
The sky will open, rain will pour down
To the ruins of a dead world
In this prison from the images of the deceitful
I was like a bird without wings
I waited too long, I was somewhere between
Rain hits my face but I don't care
The wind will burst through open windows
And won't find anyone inside