Текст песни Hospise - Поражение

I did not carry anything but bitter regret to the end.

I cling to the dry branches
Excuses , but they are scattered
The dust in my fingers , and I'm drowning
The relentless yearning of all that,
What flowed from my hands
As the water .
Or sand wasted wasted
days.

And all that warmed me once ,
It turned into a miserable rags .

I 'm slowly the lights go out .
I'm leaving , and my defeat
Laughing after me .