1. |
The Nothing
03:23
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When every day is sitting and waiting for nothing,
frightening and lingering depression is coming.
There is no craving for this senseless life
and discussions of this problem are not rife.
When you see this
When you feel this
You can't fight this
Can't think that right this
All times feel nothing.
Always sense nothing
and disappear,
to feel at least fear.
Tired from nothing,
crying from nothing.
No one can hear.
Who can be far or near.
Absolute absence of feelings and emotions
can be imagined as a million drained oceans.
Only the dry, lifeless and bleak desert is left.
In the center of which is filled with darkness cleft.
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2. |
Cold
04:24
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This coldest winter will never end.
There are no birds, no flowers, no one.
Here is empty, senseless land.
Deep slumber and silence, they can't be undone.
I lost so many years looking for an answer
and trying to explain why only I remained.
It was a terrifying disaster.
When it happens, I was pained.
Walking the deserted dead towns,
admire the dead snow-white glory,
I can not hear any sounds.
Absolutely nothing at this territory
This coldest winter goes on, not for one year.
Sun was burning bright, and these memories are clear.
But I don’t remember how the thermal sensations are.
Eternal frost gives a sore scar.
Morbid nature suffers from desperation.
Being here is my heavy damnation.
Too hard to be in these conditions.
Every day needs to make vital decisions.
This coldest winter doesn't let live.
I don't need to exist long.
To me, this survival, no full life can give.
To torment yourself with such an existence is wrong.
Here is an absolute void without any man.
Everywhere only sparkling ice.
I'm closing my eyes while I can.
So, I'm getting ready to go to paradise.
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3. |
Unknown Feel
02:50
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All the time walked by the streets
only one
Dirt, no one. Are completes?
miss of sun
Large rectangular houses are bored
existing here
Old or ancient can't be restored
unwonted fear
Anyone can't be saved from this place
no wonder
God, can you give us some grace
he went under
On the hardest way to desolation
every fades
Slavery is a human creation
we look like shades
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4. |
Her Last Words
03:43
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You saw my tear.
You think you spend my year.
It was my big fear.
You should say goodbye,
please please don't cry.
Its time for me to be gone,
all I want was done.
Do not blame yourself,
because I lost myself.
A long time ago I want
escape from this cruel world.
So you stand here and see my grave.
You couldn't do anything to save.
I will never be forgiven.
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