Текст песни Grungie - Суицид

Suicide

I live where you do not depart from sleep,
And in the eyes of people century-old winter.
Where the liquid dreams are saturated.
And there is no more space for the new spring.

I'm more and more often from the sun began to hide my face,
Impregnated with a quick and ridiculous end.
I hold my will on cold hands,
And the hopes in their eyes are scattered in dust.

All that I wanted - it remained a dream.
All that came true - turned out to be void.
And in the wounded hand, blood spreads.
And on the veins inadened love pours.

You can still return and split fate
While still alive and flies flesh.
You can still wait, but everything that was in me
It was dissolved and disappeared in black and red wine.

I'm not scary, I will no longer alone.
I will no longer see black and white paintings.
I will no longer feel the back of the cross.
And now my soul, like a tear of the clean.