Текст песни Arcanar - Бессонница

Insomnia

Fingers of darkness
My eyelids are dropping
I'm slowly getting stuck
In the velvet mud of sleep.

Only under the ceiling
A miserable strip of light
Cities look empty
It will slip in the dark sometimes.

The house is no longer mine -
I'm superfluous here.
The past is self-deception.
Here all night
Locked up. Abandoned. Caught
Into the trap!

The sun,
Where are you?
Morning,
Rip the sleep as soon as possible!

Everything has changed - here is dust and oblivion,
The decay of yellowed newspapers.
So until the morning
Before the call. And before fleeing
At dawn.