Текст песни лунная пыль - бремя

I still do not know how to appreciate this day
I regret the arrow running time
And again I am knocked out from the account loss
Here now this life is my gray burden

And again, I am not visible to my steppe
I'll be back, but today I do not believe it
a little earlier doors flew off loops
But now only the pain of blindness and doubt

The day after tomorrow will seem new face
unfamiliar truth of the secret evening
I repeat you "score, stop"
But today I do not feel the smell of mysteries

here today is emptiness from ideas
My trash can on the garbage from opinions
as if someone again threw out the shadow
And all whines "come on, well, believe me"

today under the severity of negotiated cases
I was tightened by the hands of hormones
Today, again, the fuss of our bodies
draws a brush of the deceased god