Текст песни механический часовщик - кажется

Sometimes it seems to me
Which is so stupid.
Trying to overcome the pain, by fate
Covering the righteous and pure path to the bottom.
I'm not making excuses for my murderer
That I said goodbye to my soul recently.
But maybe spring leaped in his veins
What he decided to release, to himself mercilessly,
For joy, for fun, for others,
Just a little warm, sweet flour
But it broke more than the norm in the standards,
And he died. Hands went cold.
So, I seem to understand him
Only when in the palm of my hand
All butterflies, forward on the belly,
Come together. And I, surpassing agony,
I'll get a cold knife from the chest opposite
And without a twinge of conscience that there is strength,
I'll stick it deeper into my hand, sprinkling everything with hot blood.
To leave with one last honor.