Текст песни My Ocean - В петле

Every day is like a holiday -
You stick out again in the heat,
Destroying yourself
Every day, losing power,
Each step is even more difficult for you.

The aimless path
Like the wind, fly past few days,
Useless burning of the year,
And barely a glimmer at the bottom
An empty life in a tight loop.

Every day you trade the soul,
Maybe this is the last dance
With your unhappy fate?
The beast you no longer let go,
Yesterday, forever with you.

The aimless path
Like the wind, fly past few days,
Useless burning of the year,
And barely a glimmer at the bottom
Life in a tight loop.

The aimless path
Like the wind, fly past few days,
Useless burning of the year,
And barely a glimmer at the bottom
An empty life

Year after year, fly into the pipe brains