Текст песни keendancer - якорь

dive in thought to the bottom,
like an anchor, forgetting light

do not wait, I'm going to lie,
the words flowing again not in the mainstream of thought,
I pray that God has given us the grace -
false words, far from life

fugitive stamp,
not to forget, not to drink,
shroud lies melancholy
all of us

Pain - is the sweet nectar of the gods,
quench this thirst not,
It falls to the ground yoke shackles
hop intoxicating freedom of the weak,
it seems, seems a dream -
the world of flying into a bottomless gloom,
Only darkness came from within,
as always