Текст песни Чейн-Стокс - Флоренс Найтингейл

comes up to the throat com
air stale throat cuts
we dance barefoot
on glass mirrors of hope

Florence, how did you sleep
was your dream mute and strong
what happened with patience
dust from dead nerve cells

breathing harder every day
every day less and less air
the ligaments are stronger - the pain is stronger
Florence, thinking too late

with every liter less power
sly hops tormenting will
shine in the fog spawned
acute rest deficiency

Florence, late to think about yourself
Hard to believe, lying on the ground
Florence, late to think about yourself
conscience can be extinguished in wine