Текст песни Коrsика - Ярость

The soul is wide open
Ultimate honesty with yourself.
And scary, so scary -
And there seems to be no way out ...
He closes his eyes
Like someone else’s hand
You close your eyes -
Clutching a gun in his hand.

Fury
Holds you by the throat
Not a drop of oxygen
Chances to leave - at zero ...
Fury
Holds you - it hurts so much
Thoughts with a taste of blood ...
No, this is not a movie.

From thoughts it happens
Sometimes hurt than from work.
And cripple the soul
Sometimes simple words.
Then they will ask you -
You yourself wanted this tin ?!
And how to explain
That you just can't be silent.

How often do you watch
In your reflection - and wait ...
But in these eyes
There is no hope and faith there.
And someone will die
And maybe - at least someone will understand
What didn’t you want ...
Did not want,
Did not want,
Did not want...