Текст песни I.Witness - Сгинуть И Сгнить

Hole hearts, young eyes flashed and blinded forever. He hugged the asphalt slowly, pressed the warm earth with a cold body. Feast of worms, whisper of rats. Sweet and native soil. Restless drops drop, the daughter's drying sun and stars. The knock of warm steps on summer evening, every autumn, winter and spring. This is all now imaginary, it is all now alien, it is for everyone except you. Family bonds are torn like strings of guitars, leaving anything that do not understand children at the creaky doors of ritual stores. Their frightened eyes and questions without intelligible answers. “Why did we hang mirrors, and what the hell is going on here?” We turn pain into superstition. Superstition in bitter traditions. Getting a strange ritual, the ritual in life long. And so vainly hidden children from cemetery fences behind your powerful backs become only helpless. Until they see cold flesh until they know the taste of bitterness of sorrow, they will not become alive. Truly alive. Hey, you, whoever you are, allow me to disappear and rot. Become a food, become a home, become a world. Do not think, do not know, never, nothing to lose. Rains to penetrate the roots and return to fresh spring foliage. Better sooner than later. Better than from these. Why are children as a rule for the sins of parents. I am substituting my hands. I hold out and give everything to you.