Текст песни Nihilism - Окружающее Отравление

The nightly torment of worthless carcasses
Designed to survive your critical days.
In the silence of a dead city I feel the only joy.
Going deeper into himself, physically leaving into the drafts of faceless streets.
Tears are beating monotonously, like a heart in the corners of me still alive,
Dusting rattle,
Through the weathered eyes penetrates the "picture" world.
I run farther and farther, wanting to find something other than closed painful memories,
But I feel nothing but an aversion to surrounding euphoria.
The once rosy perception of a noisy society
Replaced by the study of silence.