Текст песни Подполье - Исида

Weaving days - in your sad eyes,
We lived at all, - one day. Sad wave.
Ambition body does not tear, - the soul is dead, again,
There will be no longer in the world ... such as we are people.

This is the end, you can close in mind,
He was given to the last focus, - in the world of joy, me.
We will not be able to collect, - to give the last lines.
How much time is bothering, so that we revived, again