Текст песни Psychonaut 4 - Злого утра

Top-leaden sky, bottom-dirty asphalt
My view from the window, like a (bad overgrown) scar
Gray still too gray.
Morning-Meet (my othodnyak).
Morning, take away everything from him.
In this world (outside the window), where I was not invited,
yes burn it with fire!
I thought (I will not live, not live) until the morning,
(Torn clouds) broken glass,
(I'm happy to see you)
I (even) do not want to remember that it (tonight,
I remember your strange grin in vain attempts to seem seductive.
Your blow was bad, I finished mechanically. But I could not sleep
after & quot; Marathon & quot; I can never go to sleep.)
thoughts, words,
spot (on the floor) -words,
my world from the window (I still) I hate you! (And you) evil in the morning!
(People-bits of reality, and you do) evil in the morning!
Evil morning! Evil morning!