Текст песни Scelta - Болезнь

"Disease"

The air was thick as sour cream .
Food tasteless, drink a cup of bitterness .
Sleep knocks down . I fell into a fog,
And instantly plunged into a perception of fraud.

A reflection in a mirror darkly , blurred ,
Like an old photograph , book forgotten .
And I find myself thinking that disappear ,
Realizing that this time I was with the face of the earth washes,
Forever.

How unnecessary bar as a speck of dust ,
Kicks like a broken record.
If you know about the main thing , you can do anything .
And you would not want . Nobody no longer worry .
Never

Sl. and Moose . Mariel Lindar