Текст песни Duende - Не живой

For I know in the suffering a lot!
I like a wolf curved by ps:
It grips, in the forest looting, -
Where to hide, find shelter?
But you will not give him,
Overtake, lean and flaw.

Envy, hatred and care -
They would have to dug in me, bite,
Do not deceive Lychi Fish.
Days and months and year
Dupean drink bitterness shame
The crust of horror is hired.

I'm not dead and not alive,
And she already needs me
And bites, grows, tears,
And everything lasts flour and lasts.