Текст песни Лунофобия - Пули

From these gentle bullets in the head
Loneliness mass graves
Of emptiness and plague
From the beauty and winter
From these gentle bullets in the head

From the infinite Morse code in your ears
Of despair minefields
From the cities in the sand, reflections in the river
From the infinite Morse code in your ears

From helplessness dead people
From the inevitability of eternal sleep
From the endless days of unearthly fire
From helplessness dead people

From these gentle bullets in the head
From the infinite Morse code in your ears
Give me the void
I'm going, I'm gone
From the inevitability of eternal sleep

From these affectionate bullet in my head ...