Текст песни Майтрейя - Холодное солнце

I drink glasses of liquid pain
And I listen to the song of a dead bird.
I run from the shadows, blood is pounding in my temples,
I am looking for a place to hide.

The cold sun is tearing in half
The burden of tradition draws to the bottom.
I destroyed my house without doors
And I can’t stop.

No fear anyway
I go down to the bottom.

Debris of people flying into the void
And I do not want to fly next to them.
In their fall they play fate
Push others and get rewards.