Текст песни Desperatus - Мертвые бабочки

Her body was pierced sharp needle,
Now she lies under a layer of glass.

Complete your collection yet another instance,
I added to my world another nightmare.
Everywhere dead butterflies under the yellow glass,
I'm so tired to keep them in their past.

The wings were frozen in anticipation of stroke,
But the movements are paralyzed by fear.

In my world, only exhibits of past mistakes,
Pierce the shells of snails and insects.
Everywhere, small worms and cockroaches,
Crawls under the skin and in the most painful wounds.

Dehydrated world is more real and closer,
Nothing but them I do not see.
Dried dreams bedside,
And one day in their sticky arms.
Dusty windows do not transmit light,
The door is locked - no one is here.
Only the insects on the walls of the store,
That will never come back.