Текст песни DEADWHITE - C ч а с т л и в ы й д е н ь м о е й с м е р т и

Happy Day of Death

Wet and death-like
Not like pedestrians.
Instrument of my soul
Only I can feel it.
Father disappears from the stage, passing me the baton
Cardiac arrest from depression, happy day of my death.
And we want to run away from ourselves
But every day, every hour
Thousands of scenes will be repeated
And I saw the applause of a small hall only a couple of times
Escalation of drama, at the dawn of black hearts
Like the last concert:
Not a lot of people
Visit my crypt.

Chorus:
Dropping bones to the floor, what was this guy thinking ?!
"I don’t want to cry to these songs
And brought each other to a suiside "
So goodbye ...