Текст песни Свободное небо - Стерся

Why are these nights? Why do these days?
Why this world, if he without love?
Why would I want to die?
What For?
I'm tired of warming, another bed.
I'm tired of being me, I was tired to kill.
In my heart there was not a drop of good,
Step by step, every day, I steranes itself.

I erased from life forever,
I threw away the memory of swinging his head.
Now I am a different person.
Now I have another.

How difficult. Twenty years behind.
Twenty years of struggle with himself.
Fighting with words that so much.
Fight against unloving God.
This world, a large keyboard,
And people only, chess pieces.
Tired fingers press on Del It.
Yet, access is closed.

I erased from life forever,
I threw away the memory of swinging his head.
Now I am a different person.
Now I have another.