Текст песни My Own Misanthropy - Будет поздно

White drops of snow
Circling smoothly in the air.
Tears of a forgotten sky
They fall in the palm of my hand.
Night has come in the city
Rails and squares.
Distance from home to me
Measure slowly.

Freeze on the street again
Heavy thoughts again.
On a small frail body
They hung with a deadly load.
Dream of death again
I amuse myself every hour.
Looking into her eye sockets
I smile with a dead soul.

CHORUS: The wind will cry softly,
The sky will give tears.
Snow dance will show me the way
And it will melt on your hands.
The wind will cry softly
The sky will give tears.
Snow dance will show me the way
But it will be too late.

What are you doing, Sun?
Why are you leaving me?
Leaving a bloody trail
Burning up on the horizon
Maybe you don't remember
What happened in our life.
Maybe you forgot
How you killed yourself.

CHORUS.

What's left in my life?
A bunch of unnecessary questions.
Moan of nicotine in my pockets
Yes, a couple of spits in the puddles.
All my thoughts are over.
There is so much falsehood in life
Tears of the night sky
They will spin further ...

CHORUS.