Текст песни Сумеречная Депрессия - Соглядатай

Whoever you may be, tell me this is your silhouette
Behind the curtain, or door aperture
Next to me? For many years
You again and again, you come to my house.

Take off your hood, beneath a tornado in inflamed eyes,
Faded, withered, sunken, but transforming the ashes.

And what it is to contemplate the creation of hands
Thoughts, stain clean piece of paper,
Be creative voyeur fleeting pangs?
Indulgence pungent answer, saying that the Fool.