Текст песни Почти Счастье - Бог огня

I will hastily put on my coat and move along the route
But suddenly gusts of wind prevent me from going.
I will accelerate, as if it suits me.
But I will only delay the moment of the end, because somewhere you

You slowly put on a warm sweater and a skirt,
As if your dear camp makes sense to hide,
As if these people won't find your soul
And as if I can avoid this meeting.

Death and its proximity will be my heroin -
I will leave the world and be proud of myself.
To hell with all the schadenfreude, that's even low.
My departure cannot rid you of the fire.

More fire to the fire god x4

I will squeeze one of your hands in my palm
And the second will freeze, this is a cunning plan.
This is only one millionth of that flour
That pierces me like a fucking dagger

I look into your eyes, but I only see boredom:
Just indifference, you're so cold.
I look into your eyes, I run in circles
But at the end of the path there is nothing but fire.

More Fire to the Fire God x8