I.Witness - Приметы Проливного Дождя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We are just shed signs. Those who mourn the streams in the morning, and the next day no one will remember.

A particularly cruel type of destructive parasites lingered for too long, but soon it is time to leave.

Shake all the dirt from the shell, remove the pain from the inside, clean hundreds of arteries, filling them with clean water.

Lying torn wounds, pulling out each incision, splinters of metal structures, everything that foreshadowed the end.

There is no guilty to find the guilty, and so much guilt. Neither he nor they nor these, but what we are all called.

I would dream of seeing the Earth without a person, and his traces at least in a dream. She will survive another blow, but patience is not forever, there is an end to everything.