Джон Крамер - Мысли о смерти... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You just imagine what you feel when they ask to sit down. And inform you that you die. It's very hard. The clock is already going.

For a split second, the world splits. You look at things differently.

Around other smells. You all savor and a glass of water and a walk in the park.

Watching those who do not know when the clock will stop, but the irony is that it is this deprive of their feelings of life, they drink a glass of water without enjoying the taste that does not feel it.