Гноев Ковчег - Противостояние смерти - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Here I thought about how to live my death, they would throw us. From birth we die, which means that we don’t live at all where there is. We quickly paint everything by dates, we quickly hide in huts, or jump over the bars. My friend sold his life to the huckster to stay a child, but did not understand that his childhood was covered with a film sparkled on the waste when his eyes dull in a breakdown under the roar: "What is with you?" We did not see the light of the Sun closer than you saw the faces of happy, but immobilized, in the tombs, or chained to the beds. Having disappeared in endless drinking, no one will notice how your soul does not find peace in them, and how your step is all uncertain to the edges of the platform, how your legs can no longer wear orbit an orbit of malice, I don’t remember anything in the morning again, no easier, no easier, no easier, not easier. Do not try. And so we exist, my friend, we are trying to help someone, but this is circular bail, a clamp. But I will still extend your hand, shred. What is your soul besides evil? Look. I run my hand over the sky, where there was sunlight, now there is nothing, only cosmos and troubles. Everything is simple - do not believe in them.