Текст песни 7 Раса - Тоска

Leaves above the city do not swirl
They are densely pressed to the ground by rain
So it remained for us to shine
Before death or before a long sleep
These paints are the last memory
And that's why we like it so much.
Someone thought up and gave people time
So they knew for sure that they would grow old

Longing ... Longing ....

I began to laugh to myself now
But this laughter is of a completely different kind
Nobody will tell you where to go
You end up with your freedom
How many depressions must be given
For every drop of knowledge
Here no one will forgive will not understand
Your purely personal experiences

The sun was hammering somewhere in the corner
The sky is like muddy waters
It is seen terrible to look at the doom
The fact that it was warm for six months
Someone came up with and gave people the longing for this movement
But did not say that this is a near death?
Or just calming down?

Longing ... Longing ....

I began to laugh to myself now
But this laughter is of a completely different kind
Nobody will tell you where to go
You end up with your freedom
How many depressions must be given
For every drop of knowledge
Here no one will forgive will not understand
Your purely personal experiences

A longing for longing is older than all the words ...
Yearning…