Текст песни Санмай - 8 мільярдів копій

I'm tired of drinking spilled petrified salt from my eyes
And how all life beaten to hide in the shadows
All people are beasts, I am also with them, one of them
There are black holes in our chests, this is where the world fits
In the hands of our world

Eight billion copies, good and cruel
Like the ocean deep, drink spilled salt
Eight billion copies, looking for opium
When someone is opposite, the goal is better seen

Witty attempts to be a god, to turn the world upside down
From simple things to take samples, to suppress a wick
There will be more of us, but not others and I am one of them
And this restless world will probably not get worse
Our restless world ...