Текст песни Мрамор - Слова

I am writing on paper words
and silently their trying mouth
The word joy is taste like a resin
Word Eternity Moss Moss
no, I'm not writing the word death
and brazen in a cold piece
and runs down the dead lips
Brightly pale painful juice
I am writing the words evil and good
and taste with disgusted ch
I am writing the word Devil and God
And without feeling taste laughing
I dwell mud thousand love
I swallow dust all never
Easternally I betray her body
false vomiting empty forever
Words are circling like a wasa
And with each word I fill myself with emptiness
Loneliness like a disease
sticking bitter melts in the mouth
I am writing the word hatred and
Dissolve in the drinking nonsense
I am writing the word happiness it
Like old gray dreams
I am writing a word life and inside
It remains only the taste of nausea