Translation from russian:

Chorus:
Quiet echos from voices of mine
Will meet the boundaries of my consciousness
I'm keep forgeting for what here I come
By inertia wasting my time distances

My horizon is unbreakable walls
I was trying to destory them but they again repaired
Six demons of Emily Rose
Found a new vocation - dreams constructors

Whatever I broke, they will erect it
As if monuments of past beckon so much them
Transcriptions on the walls but without explanation
And reversive algorithm won't help me at all here

Out of the corner of my eye I once saw what is outside
But to go to the outside, you need to give demons a fight
They are trying to reach out me with their chelicera
As they are folding a crosshair with them

Of weapons, I have only my verbiage
But there’s not enough water from it to swim out
And honestly I do not know how to swim
The stream of consciousness takes aground me...
Chorus

And one day I may come to visit you
Visit the palace of memory that I have long abandoned
We will make tea for ourselves and settle in eternity
And we'll remember 'bout how not perfect we are

We'll invite demons to our place and we'll comfort them
After all, probably each of them is also sick
And in fact they are not evil at all
It’s just that they were treated in a messed up way

Let's not think about ghosts and skeletons in the closet
I honestly even see it as if it's a reality
But it’s so hard to imagine, because we are no longer friends
Especially considering that in fact you are me