Текст песни AIMless - не становится проще

Rarely make coffee in Turku, I do not add cinnamon - ended,
I do not go from prospect to walk home at night,
I do not sit on the beach, do not stare at the stars,
Do not breathe the air salty and spicy,
I do not consider those that leave space
and melt in the path of the moon falling into the water obliquely ...

Because this does not become easier
survive the shaking that every day more clearly
lays mark as slapped
my generalized nature,
Machined on the model, a simplified ...
Now, experience the world as though
a sharp snap thrown
to the edge of a huge showing black abyss
over which rustles rye ears ...