Текст песни Спонтанность бытия - Маленькая смерть

the one you love that you want?
how acutely sharpening a scythe?
patching empty whirlwind days
I know only simple feelings
with the death of a little birthday

what are you thinking about? where is the truth?
whose blues suffers underground?
obryaschesh that lose
and that he knew did not know
and that he was in such a network,
Where's your little death

I dream about the day-to-day?
I do not what the two of us.
the last leaf has fallen
emotions fragile material
hit to the brain, as the host of lashes
hundreds of young deaths.

A further uncertainty gnaws
it is unclear what will save help
il air, il terra firma
il my little death!