Текст песни Haar - Фунт презрения

There will be time and will be the way -
It will force him to survive.
And now, my goal is not to fall asleep,
forget.

Tomorrow will come again tin,
Tomorrow again somewhere tear,
And in the forest land of my cross
Cut down.

And you come back to sleep
And breathe in the neck.
I would get rid of you
but, you know, I do not dare.
And teeth crumble in the morning
From insight:
Per ton of my affection
Your pound contempt.

I think I even ready to kiss
Bonfire on which you burned,
but remained cold burn out
only embers.

And every night like a wild rutting
I punched in my restless delirium.
It is better not to have a dream,
The dream of you.

I am hiding from you again in reality.
Again I am hiding from you again in reality.