Текст песни АНТИМАТЕРИЯ - Счастье

Everything happens like in a cheap Sado Maza film,
At my feet it in my hands with spikes whip,
My sick happiness is subject to violence,
And I would like to just die.

Steel doors, lattices on the windows,
Barbed wire fenced house
Where I hide me from all happiness my ugly,
And there is no chance from there to get out alive.

And blue tape tied hands
And enjoying her pain is steeper of all sorts of hobby,
And they are still harvested by me the happiness of flour,
Recognized about them ended with me even in the womb.