The night has enveloped me, again half the earth, I’m not sleeping again
It's like the rain turned off our brains, I love it
Thoughts are terrible rubbish, words are in smithereens, I sing everything
We're on a ram with him, glory is missing, he's rushing his game
“Aza, don’t be sad,” he tells me, and I don’t drown
The mind is in pieces, a labyrinth like captivity that leads to the bottom
Let yourself go from your problems at once, pacify your rebellion
Be patient, get away from the walls where they don’t lie to themselves
There's fog in my head, it's raining in the city, a paradox
Am I crazy or are you crazy, para-paradox
There's fog in my head, it's raining in the city, a paradox
But our snowfall is difficult to stop, a para-paradox
People so want to gain everything that is not given to them.
People privately get angry at people and fly out the window
People snowfall, falling to the floor melt without a trace
People are like hail, touching hearts with hundreds of ideas
People are acrid smoke, obscuring the essence, hurting our eyes
People are a rare film where their difficult journey began from the end
People look strong, but they are like mercury, huddling in the minus
People wall of slabs, silently lie to themselves, crying to the heavens
