Текст песни GRAVLYX - Антонич

Don't run away from the cruel these days,
no longer run into a dream or a song.
It's like a fake string, that's how every song rings
during the harsh dawn of late spring.

No longer breaking out of the tight embrace,
you have to look in your eyes for days,
even though the surf is broken,
unanswered by the visa calling.

Not to hide, in vain, in the quiet shadow of loneliness,
not close your eyes.
A sharp glare and the echo of the waves will fly
through the haze, though the most opaque.

Not to hide, in vain, under the tent of beauty,
in chad drunken crystalline stanzas.
Wind of the day, my own words,
in the ways of their tired weariness!

Oh poet, in vain, you no longer run away,
we must admit that the worst is:
whether or not you delude yourself
in these heady, sung poems?