Текст песни Depressia - Горе от ума

In agony the ocean, can not find a landing stage
If you give up the trunk take shoot
Seventeen years driyfuyu way into the meter, but
Everything is in place, a hole sail, wind zero

His island Luckily I can see where something about Morgan
One resident of merchant ships in the dilapidated morgue
All my life I fight like a chest organ
Destiny cries of my little need Or, din

Part of the body, society, the brain tells otmeray
Admiral Satan, not of the world
And where is the sign - my beacon
Mom, I portend the end of the world as Maya

Chorus

I was watching the moon above. Midnight.
It sparkles like eyes full of love
Ahead only darkness, because the bitter fog around
I realized early life, Woe from Wit