Текст песни Namatjira - Монологи с тобой

(dismay this may)

today is the long-awaited morning when I can no longer
breathe calmly without a thought to start everything from scratch
when all that remains is to admit to yourself that common sense is useless

so many people
and nobody sees the bottom
it seems the clock hands
ready to tear us apart

digging inside with your hands
find yourself in the depths
frozen drops of love
is it possible | to prove something | if you argue | as if with yourself?
is it possible to cleanse the soul of filth
if there is nothing | fill the void?
(it seems the clock hands
ready to tear us apart)