Tetan - Слепой художник
текст песни

Empty faces pass by without reason
Sighing harmlessly after swallowing dust
The nylon loops were draining
They wrapped a snake around their necks, stretching the veins
The screams are inaudible, it’s quiet, the ligaments are dry
As if in the desert there is a constant feeling of thirst
Hopes are like mirages and they are not visible
Because their faces are empty, they would go
Throwing grains into the ground along every footprint
So that one day you wake up in a green garden
And we ran through the race with bare feet
Kissing the morning mist with dry lips
To the rivers that we dreamed of and drank to our heart's content
And the views were illuminated with warm lights again
Rising to the sky, reborn from the ashes
On the pages of old there is a legend about the bird

Shards are scattered under concrete boxes
We don't owe anything to fallen stars
Just thought when we saw the broken masts
How did we drop children's dreams from the windows?

There's a gust of wind and you're standing there without your ticket.
With a silent question on your lips without an answer
Puppet for coins in someone's hands
Is this really what I saw in my childhood dreams?
Fear to turn around and take your step
It’s worse than living like this, tell me how?!
You won’t answer, the ligaments in your throat are dry
Empty look in black and white paint
In the corridor, footsteps touch the wall
Forgetting what light looks like, living in your shadow
Invisible bars, stronger than steel, caged
Someone's pawn is being held on the chessboard
With a gust of wind, fall into the jaws of prohibition
To meet the oncoming current is the price
Freedom of flavor, she's rented
A second of weakness in your legs and you are a slave without slavery