Текст песни Из Недр Камня - Меланхолия

This would move mountains sadness ,
Spodvigaet to other solutions .
The gun from his pocket to take out
And imagine the temple target

Our pain to stoke the furnace ,
Its light would be brighter stars to us.
But alas, not a damn thing easier ,
To get rid of pain later .

My hate will be cleaner ,
Its too late to throw in the ravines .
I like a volchische ,
As long ago strayed from the pack.

Do not forgive me my mistakes ,
Get out slamming the door !
I can not stand this torture ,
Life , I no longer believe in you !