Текст песни Мать Тереза - Псевдохит

I grew up at a break in the dying country.
Yes, I'm just the dead, wagging in the dark.
And it was vannel to me in the heart poisoned stale.
And it's there, in the museum, to show my skeleton.
And keeping his way in the depth, there, in ringing silence.
And burning into the jacket from the inner cold.
I look at what is green and young.
And again, smiling again in a dream.