Текст песни Seven Skies In Me - Мизантропия

White, cold snow, touched, feel
How he falls in me. On the edge, at the line
I stopped, throwing a look behind my back.
I'm not afraid of you, I am alone, and I'm glad ...

What through the night MGLU, I fled down.
What to do not care for the Purga, and the blizzard is nipple.
Sunny summer day will not save the heat
I am inexorable you, you are "winter" and you are stronger.

In the chart of my addictions, you were at the vertices,
Among the habits of bad - worse than Nicotine.
Put for me a candle to be peace to me,
I am a dead day for you, and so, a little alive.

Cold inside, I'm ice, cold ice.
You are alien to me, I do not mind
How many unnecessary phrases how much extra words
Everything was in vain ...
You burned my world
Misanthropy