Текст песни Dark Elf - Устаю

Tired of lies,
From useless struggle with himself
Carotid clouds polynya
I lifted up above my head.
Oh, it pulls back
The accumulation of individual transcendence,
Where ice shards
Riddled scaffold pages.
How not to want to sing
On the bones of the hopes otzvenevshih
I snap at the whip
And I reach for the wings clothes
Passing goddesses
With a demonic glint in his eyes
But what styn
The tin-quiet tears.
All the same, it is
Head tumbled into the feather grass,
Holed bottom
And lead lost in the dust.
From which halves
I tied the fate of the knot?
At last love
Sweet flavor and is deadly grin