Текст песни Arakava - Вот уж умер человек

Among the dirt, among the groans,
The haze will end in the grave
All will be invited to a cruel feast,
And there will be no more either-or,

He stole your smile
Throwing a couple of tones on the shoulders,
The tomb is rotten
Only a man has grown

How long will the groans last
How many corpses will they remove
Only we are made of this skin
We climb to hell, not to the grave

After all, hell is much more beautiful
And paradise is far away
we'd rather moan twice
Than to burn in holy light

Will bring a purple rosy
To an endless feverish woman,
And the migraine came lazily
I'm only superfluous here,

And the words that flow into our world,
They only make you think
The soul is torn to pieces imaginary,
And no more knocking is needed.