Текст песни Светлана Чернова - Мы, рождённые в сердце погибшей звезды...

We are born in the heart of the dead star
Clots glued hastily cosmic dust,
Tasting the fear and nightmares
Split into atoms were illusory.

Warped passion stigma ornament
Fine lettering imprinted in a gentle soul
And the phantom pain from the edge of loss,
Tickling, chest Adam tunic and strangles.

And the shrill laughter is heard in the night:
"You want me to tell you the most terrible story?"
And the words, just spray paint carmine,
Dumb mess paper sheets.