Текст песни Василий Гун - мир мёртв 2016

probably the last page
I finished writing this novel
where every day is like a century
where faces were shadows
and the shadow is like a man
destroying your world yourself
not complaining
keep quiet
and I won't go to the Temple
I'm a boor that drunk in the trash
I want to hang myself
screaming but like a whisper
my voice is like a bonfire
went out
only smoke and soot
overhead ax
but it doesn't matter anymore
not necessary
forever and ever
I was like once
there is only water left
poisoned lakes
the world is dead
and I'm dead in it