Текст песни Mart - Меланхолия.

We are people, kind, adults,
But we solve the problems as small children.
Throw our boats with weselves
And we are released from the wrist of the blood of Scarlet.

First run somewhere
Eternal breaking legs.
Constantly think who we are
And why am it burning roads.

Now apologizing is useless.
This is how to correct mistakes in notebooks for the first class.
Their heaps, their numerous
And they pull down like ballast.