Is this you, inside? ©
Не забыть перевести. Пусть лежит поэтому тут. (блин, ксоплей Йоды у меня сегодя)
Spitting incoherent excuses,
Put on the shelf myself.
Hollowing others’ wounds, you ridicule them.
… Shine shine shine shine shine…
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…
Hetred written off like that with the literal “murderous weapon”.
“Okay, shall I die in front of you as you wish?”
Who hopes the end of the world…?
“Who hope the catastrophe?”
The earth shakes and rain beats down
In the cloudburst
“Wash me away…”, the voice that’s caught up in the world that’s becoming tainted.
The world that’s is exposed to the light of day is like,
as if it’s sneering me and saying I’m “blind”.
I’d be indiscretion?
But this world is just like that.
Surely someone would have hoped it
because this world is dirty.
Who’s living while shoudering “sins”?
Like who is “right”… Even philosophy…
So sad that…and so teary that…
tainted eyes come to be unable to see “it”…
Repeated “sins”… Repeated a lot of death…
Carnal desire is covering over ease
Brainwash named as “a sense of guilt”.
Tenderly giving a nuclear bomb to a tunnel of ants.
A throng of people like destructive insects.
In the shadow of history, victims died from runover by it.
What the hell is truth?
Today someone dies “under” the world again.
“Wash me away…”, the voice that’s caught up in the world that’s becoming tainted,
in the world that’s is exposed to the light of day…
The voice coutinues falling… The last rain doesn’t wait for an ark.
I’ll get going with a meaningless umbrella
to blank “tomorrow”…
Spitting incoherent excuses,
Put on the shelf myself.
Hollowing others’ wounds, you ridicule them.
… Shine shine shine shine shine…
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…
Hetred written off like that with the literal “murderous weapon”.
“Okay, shall I die in front of you as you wish?”
Who hopes the end of the world…?
“Who hope the catastrophe?”
The earth shakes and rain beats down
In the cloudburst
“Wash me away…”, the voice that’s caught up in the world that’s becoming tainted.
The world that’s is exposed to the light of day is like,
as if it’s sneering me and saying I’m “blind”.
I’d be indiscretion?
But this world is just like that.
Surely someone would have hoped it
because this world is dirty.
Who’s living while shoudering “sins”?
Like who is “right”… Even philosophy…
So sad that…and so teary that…
tainted eyes come to be unable to see “it”…
Repeated “sins”… Repeated a lot of death…
Carnal desire is covering over ease
Brainwash named as “a sense of guilt”.
Tenderly giving a nuclear bomb to a tunnel of ants.
A throng of people like destructive insects.
In the shadow of history, victims died from runover by it.
What the hell is truth?
Today someone dies “under” the world again.
“Wash me away…”, the voice that’s caught up in the world that’s becoming tainted,
in the world that’s is exposed to the light of day…
The voice coutinues falling… The last rain doesn’t wait for an ark.
I’ll get going with a meaningless umbrella
to blank “tomorrow”…