For a long time I did not notify you with my news,
Well, I'm getting worse than expected.
Here we have a beautiful, black sea blush,
When the sun sets and the sound of the surf is heard.
I am already in a lie in my dark city,
Tired guy that needs to go.
Time is ticking, black on white is left,
The fact that I painted colors was written in chalk.
And to blow off the whole story, cut with a knife,
So that surely and not swam in the rain.
Those with whom I put together are not mired in a routine,
All the same old ambitions, sadness flowed.
And as usual with no mood, everything is strictly with the album,
So far I am one of those who have not failed.
I'm soldier, inviolable warrior,
Cast off in despair, full of pain and grief.
Moments lived, now only monotony,
Hours, weeks, days, years will always be similar.
It’s all about it, but the end is not known,
Not a drop of pity, they have long been no hearts.
