Текст песни Enola Gay - Трип

pain in the throat
in silence was born once and for all
the walls somehow didn't press anymore
do not caress the glasses forgot about me

and I won’t leave even a thin thread of my desires
I will just fade, fade

Mom’s hands will hug warmer
moans in a cold and wet bed
the light of a lantern creeps through the cracks
the bitch is hiding under the skin does not warm

I know I’m dying do not be afraid
bitches hid stones in the back aiming knife

and I won’t leave even a thin thread of my desires
I will just fade, fade

I hide in my trip I don't know another dream
without leaving for myself I will take everything with me
you can take all my photos
this parish took me with you goodbye mom