Текст песни Sammet - Каждый прожитый день

This world was born out of chaos
Who grew more and more every day
He absorbs everything in his path

And since birth, he got into me
exactly to the day, I do not know what I choose
And the soul inside of me is increasingly silent
On that day, when I began to fight with him
I clearly knew that I did not win

Look up - there is a star
Breastfed pain of my weary life
I did not find myself
All my thoughts were empty
Show me the way
I'm tired

I'm tired of finding the truth
Tired of looking for the meaning of
Tired of looking for power
I'm tired of searching for ourselves

This world is killing me
This chaos is killing me

Each passing day I shed my blood
Each passing day I am saving a rage
every time I try to stand up to the end
each time it mercilessly killing me
I do not know what gives me strength
I did not win this war