Текст песни Искусство Быть Мадридцем - Воскресенье

Anxiety and doubt
Sweat
Bring us life
The further, the more insane
We never
We will not reach the earth
Keep me with you near
Remember everything, burn through and through
Looking
And go away
Gained new strength
And again we
We broke ourselves

Autumn, chtoli
Relieve us of the pain
In the palm of your hand,
Knives
Hide us in secrecy,
How can
Then draw
In silence

We are on the edge
This world is pushing us
In the larynx, loneliness
With thin needles
We are suffocating
Games are over.
Needles penetrated
Inside