Текст песни Андрей Зражевский - Сомнамбула

Somnambula

It's not time that kills, but insomnia.
The gray ceiling presses on the soul.
For a short moment there is no agreement with dawn,
All life is like a night - a sleepless, heavy fate.

When you are awake, cherishing longing, captive,
And you fall against the walls with your head
A mad mind is foaming like waves
And returns his peace to the sea.

All life is like night - princess, Phaedra, captive,
A fiery pattern was captured.
Is it easier to hang yourself in unconsciousness?
To myself, having voiced the verdict?

Andrey Zrazhevsky