Текст песни Harmonia deprimens - Пустырник

I sat by the boiling river
Immersed in a symphony of doom.
And looked at the distant pier
I didn't immediately hear through the noise
As the motherwort whispered softly:
Look around! All living things are grass!
There is vegetable juice in your veins.
On my feet is the dust of distant roads
And you barely breathe.

Look around, look-
Here enemies are more honest than friends,
And the words of love are false
There is no point in your life.
You went into dreams with your head
You hope to live longer.
You desperately want to forget
That you, too, were once grass.

He whispered and the wind caressed
Its purple petals.
I took a look at the distant pier
And on the flexible body of the river.
Suddenly the motherwort whispered "Come on!"
And I got up and went downstairs.
And paradise was reflected in the river
And my, but someone else's, life.

I looked at myself and the river
Suddenly she rose up to meet me.
I didn't understand when and how
I found myself at the very bottom.
I forgot about everything on earth
I even forgot my name
But I see - in the green haze
My fingers are growing into the mud.