Текст песни Пи4алька feat. Satanbeat XXI and Atmssphero - В мёртвой Сибири

There'll be postcard heaven and I'm already dead
And songs that are almost about us, and I'm already dead
They won't give a return ticket, but I'm already dead
There's no one there, but I'm already dead

Painted happiness awaited us there
and i'm already dead i'm already dead
I couldn't think of a better sanatorium
but i'm dead i'm dead sorry i'm dead
I will leave the guardian angel on earth for you
that's all I could. all that I could.
All I could do was be dead soil in dead Siberia
All I could do was be a callous heart to my beloved.

In dead Siberia. ... ...

You will bring me cardboard flowers to my grave.
I'm under the concrete.
I feel the lie that I'm almost home again
Like kids from Krypton

Do not do not cry here, I stand next to my eyes.
I’m holding my hand, don’t you feel, forgive me, I’ll try again.

We won't exchange glances for sure, but I hear you cry at night
Cut the wires off without hurting me, I know you want, I know you want
Don't forget that we were, don't forget that we are gone now
Forgive me, I'm already dead and our happiness is dead with me

There'll be postcard heaven and I'm already dead
And songs that are almost about us, and I'm already dead
They won't give a return ticket, but I'm already dead
There's no one there, but I'm already dead

Drop anchor out the window! we swam! the 25th hour has come!
for rocking or for dancing on ourselves! to ourselves.