Raepul - Слабость - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Weakness

Again in the morning I will wake me up a day full of hand and foolishness, to regret, which ahead ...

Drunk as if swollen, with dented chest, with a heavy but empty head, a ghost to embody.

I strain the supply of fresh, but insignificant forces. I am weak, whatever one may say ...

"Why is it so useless to live?" - He asked himself, and there is no one to tell me: "Stop it right now!"

But suddenly I remembered many beautiful moments that will forever remain in the past.

Walking in time, lying on the bed, having no plans for today, is quite possible ...

So often it happens, mainly because of laziness, when you dig a memory from boredom, killing a watch.

It is very likely that I crawled to the edge, but not the edge of the earth, but the gray strip ...

Even the shadow scares me like a dark cloud hanging over my long -soaked roof.

The snowdrift of consciousness is melting, taking my appearance of the former, the soul shouts, but no one hears it ...

But maybe you think somewhere far about me, good-bad-the choice is free,

Know that it will be very, very expensive for me, although I'm no longer warm, but fiercely cold ...

I am not at all warm, like a crystal of fresh ice, and the campaign, I will soon break into the fragments,

Without quirks, without faith in the best I am leaving myself, I have grief from shame, but this is not any use ...

I burn, but remain frozen to the bone, to the base of a miserable mortal body,

There is not enough your intensity that I did not leave anger in me before, when the forces knew no bounds ...

So you lack you, one, the most necessary, unique, shining among them,

I am dying loving, my face, alien to you, rushes past the Virgin, not reading prayers ...

You are my weakness, once passion, and now I'm flying into the abyss,

Someone's joy, other mistakes and sorrow ...

I can’t get up from such a deep bottom, I did not break, but I am still hopeless,

Just getting to your feet - the task is difficult, the abyss is cold, the soul is drunk, and it is now difficult to sober up ...

What a pity I am an atheist, I never believed in someone’s strength, now I could not take it, because I was left alone,

The naive cretin, thrown into the tough Rutin, saw many familiar terrible paintings ...

Christ is not risen, I used to think and read unrighteous commandments.

And God punished me right from heaven, now I have been concluded in the West along with the Sun ...

Forever devoid of the life of the invaluable light of your star that the sunset visited me.

Rays disappear from the nights of my gloomy summer, keeping dozens of terrible dates in its depths ... What dates? On calendar sheets? But they will soon burn to the ground and turn to my dust.

I miss the time, every day I repeat my miss, when I exhale without strength, staying at home ...

You is my weakness...

Once joy ...