Текст песни Норма Псевдоразума - Шепотка безумия

We're just a grain of sand in the infinity of destinies
What lies ahead? What will become of us?
Despite the light, we go into the dark
Returning il Die? And why should I go?

Making the way the path of another's consciousness
Maybe enough to me, my God, a punishment?

I was tired and wilted
I am coldness like a corpse
I clung to the pitcher
From bitter troubles

Once the fear alone
The world suddenly froze over, and together with him
You that love, look, do not see me
I'm calling in the darkness, I shard of the past day

And it seemed the way no end in sight
It turned isolation very very close
Here he is beckoning light that calls to nowhere
I choose to love and madness whisper telling me:
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ...

© Norma Psevdorazuma