Cocoon
My room - a stuffy, closed-prisoner
But I'm trying to break through the polyethylene
I do it again and again
I have left just two words
That we can construct such hands?
But I did everything I could
Carving pattes on the stone
And melting of glass
In this cocoon of glass and frames
Does not go dark or light
Maybe there will be a butterfly
Maybe, maybe not
Can grow new wings
Beauty, goodness
And spread they will force
Maybe not, maybe yes
My room is stronger than what it is
But I'm trying to break through a solid sheet
I do it again and again
But I can not get through
You can think of
Sick my head
But I did everything I could
Build a world without principalities and powers
Destroyed all the mirrors
In this cocoon of glass and frames
Does not go dark or light
Maybe there will be a butterfly
Maybe, maybe not
Can grow new wings
Beauty, goodness
And spread they will force
Maybe not, maybe yes
But if suddenly the doll will be empty?
What if the doll will be empty again?
If the doll is empty
Do not be surprised, I saw many empty
I will move on to a simple scheme
Starting all over again
In this cocoon of glass and frames
Does not go dark or light
Maybe there will be a butterfly
Maybe, maybe not
Maybe it will grow new wings
Beauty, goodness
And spread they will force
Maybe not, maybe yes
In this cocoon of glass and frames
Does not go dark or light
Maybe there will be a butterfly
Maybe, maybe not
Maybe it will grow new wings
Beauty, goodness
And spread they will force
Maybe not, maybe yes
