[Khan Shtorh]
It was a day, and it burned like a flame
a lifelong fear like a thorn in the soul
waiting for the white light
[Arch Gross]
(looking for the end of suffering in it
suffocation presses very hard
and at the bottom)
[Chorus]
But you falling
no longer able to stand up
But you didn't know
because each his own
[Khan Shtorh]
The factory fell like the ashes
of a cigarette left only the pain
of mental death
[Arch Gross]
And it became cold
sitting on a rainy road
screams, death all this drove to hell
looking for the end of suffering in it
suffocation presses very hard
and nerves have long at the bottom
[Chorus]
But you falling
no longer able to stand up
But you didn't know
because each his own [2x]