Текст песни Homunculus Blood - Rainrage

I hate spring, how the snow falls:
Everything dream seems to be stamped at once,
As if somewhere inside a very fragile vase,
A little taper, cooked on the soft carpet.

I hate when you "sorry"
With that face, as if you are to blame for someone.
On your eyes, I will give me a black ribbon to me,
So I could demolish it.

Very angry when I see smiles of people
Knowing how much vanity in their souls, rot.
But somewhere once probably
People, full of good and bright ideas.

In this life will have to go light:
Let them dare to pick up what is stored in the heart.
In these greedy, animal, covered persons
A terrible choice: to be excess Ile just nobody.