Текст песни Грета - Откуда

Where did you come from where you go?
This music is played together.
This is the world as an hour. This is a myth as "there."
I do not distinguish "there" and "here."

Learned to think, my day is zero:
Live to yourself, talk to you.
Hold your palm, my death is on it -
In the last wall, the last door.

Pulse - metronome, but it does not lie.
Where we are going? Where will everything go?
There will be no bottom, there is just smoke.
I knew something, but I forgot everything.

No one needs someone else's pain:
You are different, I'm different.
Count to one hundred; Do not live up to one hundred
And just be. May it be so.