Текст песни And Also The Trees - Get critical

Be opasnym ( translation Maksim Kuvaev from Krasnoyarsk)

Never beginning , never ending days ,
Days when the ceiling is so low I can not stand
And the blunted knife presses into me .
Melting in the airless heat
The walls close in on me
Nudging me this way and that
From one to another .
Like nervous thunder
Thudding in my head and heart
Is beating out the boredom ...
Nudging me this way and that
From one to another
Like nervous thunder ,
Until I fall to sleep claustrophobic
And the ever watching walls lean over me

But when I wake I feel alone
There is nothing but a vast blank floor .
And although the walls are watching
I can never reach them.
No matter how far I walk . ,
I can never reach them

Perhaps I'm hypnotized by the rhythm of walking
I do not know and I do not really care
All I want is clarity , at least a degree of clarity .
And gradually in the bright
Yellowing light there is detail ,
I have to hold myself back
Because I am afraid of losing it
I can not reach this by striking
Out wildly in the dark

Slowly I'm aware of something
In my hand , it is another hand ,
And there are buildings , high -rise , tall ,
Slender, monumental in the yellow light ,
I see the word ' Continental ' and great movie star faces .
Garage, barber shop , kiosk , multi -family dwellings ,
Drugstore , sheet glass , casino , hotel Bethlehem ...
And a wisp of my new love 's thick brown hair
Brushes against my cheek
As the passing mouths of streets and
Arcades gulp in the new world rising,
This is the new world rising