Текст песни Vigilia - Нити

I laugh and cry at random ,
Pressure words I have vague .
Ludicrous my faded dress .
And where I am, who I am - I do not understand .

Backstage scene ... I am alone
A hundred people play presentation.
Reciprocal gesture behind
Blind genius move.

For thread it holds me,
My puppeteer tormentor mine!
I like it ; he and I -
The patient , a ridiculous and lame .

It's getting dark . Night goes for an encore ,
And the stars writhe in agony ,
And the hooks , I hang down ,
A thread cut into the palm of your hand to me.

Tear off the face I can not erase
And the head can not be omitted,
As the whip as gushing whip
From heaven hanging thread ...