Текст песни Лунофобия - Пули

From these gentle bullets in my head
From loneliness of mass graves
From emptiness and plague
From beauty and winter
From these gentle bullets in my head

From an endless morse in the ears
From the desperation of minefields
From cities on the sand, from reflections in the river
From an endless morse in the ears

From the helplessness of dead people
From the inevitability of eternal sleep
From an endless day of unearthly fire
From the helplessness of dead people

From these gentle bullets in my head
From an endless morse in the ears
Give me back the void
I'm leaving, I'm leaving
From the inevitability of eternal sleep

From these gentle bullets in my head ...