Текст песни Умер в марте - Winter

for heaven’s sake - don’t hang your head this winter,
don’t go this evil February, don’t look at billboards, streets and avenues,
inside you, reality breaks down into color spectra,
revealing your inaccuracies and defects.
complementing the decadent picture -

more precisely a shot.
straighter back.

February chills the very core.

and in every winter you carry anguish and biblical true doubt -
and this winter you were again sorely raped,

you just listen, guess and rot,
donut hole, silver, broken penny.
look at the sky - pray - but anyway
you're lying.
 

about more than just freezing here.
this is revenge.
are you alive,
but the most that neither is
dead body.
you are stuck here
during these 7 minutes.
and they haven’t been waiting for you here for a long time.

 victory in this round is awarded to those who are in the nakout -
no matter how hard you are, you lose anyway
how many do not persuade your petty gut -
it is neither alive, nor even truly dead.

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eternity does not need the approval of the audience.
hunger comes regardless of desire.
I would like even the blind to see it,
helplessness, tons of pain and years of self-discovery.

we even starred out of tune.
we are kicked out of the scene by ridiculous deaths.
God looks disapproving and a little squeamish,
already do not care what’s behind closed eyelids.

happiness didn’t even visit this evening.
you, most importantly - look at the clock and wait further.
the end is slow, tapping with a cane.
put bitter chlozepide under your tongue,
and hope
that your peep show will be exciting again today.