Текст песни Vital - Опенинг Ангел Кровопролития

To this day, in confinement
Separated and the future took me ...
With outstretched hand, I smell this day.

Throbbing heartbeat through a vein
the cold silently stretches forward.

It seems the impulses are over.

A troupe of sorrow in my arms
People’s color continues to fade.

Useless words and not noticeably sudden fate,
made the knife take cold.

Ah, snow-white wings, they are imprisoned,
hands remain open and
with blood, fill everything.

What is displayed in these blue eyes -
The desire to die.

I will fall down until this day has come.