Текст песни Depressia - Горе от ума

In the ocean of torment, can't find a jetty
If you give up the barrel, take shoots
For seventeen years I’ve drifted a meter, but
Everything is in place, sail hole, wind zero

My island of happiness, I can see somewhere about morgue
Alone in a dilapidated box a resident of the morgue
I've been fighting all my life like an organ in my chest
The fate of my cries is little needed Ohr, gam

Part of the body-society, the brain tells me to die
Satan's admiral, not from the world
And where is the sign - my lighthouse
Mom, I portend the end of the world, like Maya

Chorus

The moon is looking at me from above. Midnight.
She sparkles like lovers' full eyes
Ahead only haze, because bitter fog is around
I understood life early, grief from the mind