The Colorties - Душу в залог - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fear. Dust. Sin.

Now primordial fear contributes to the growth of lines, now primordial dust will remain on the lips as some semblance of words.

Trying is an impossible sin, ringing an unspeakable syllable only in the ears of those who betrayed joy and laughter, but were still able to survive.

Now it doesn’t matter how and when we end up dead.

The survivors will be made into a coffin for those who once wrote, the chosen ones of the line paths. And they will only do it to put him on a pedestal.

We will write poetry, leaving our souls as collateral to redeem our sins at once. And with a longer line length, the allotted period is shorter.