And once again the sorrow is embracing me With his cold ghostly arms Fragments from the past are persecuting my mind Everything has gone, down below I'm lying on an iced ground lifeless and broken Beloved northern entities have forgotten me The february snow who felt one day upon us Is covering my unanimated corpse
Into the night, records are tormenting myself I discover the weakness of an human soul Nothingness' englobing a sad and lonesome spirit The dark warlord is nothing more than a wreck A ghotsly ship sailing on a depressive sea Watching behind him, everything is lost He is crying, on his knees, he is screaming To the celestial frostbitten skies
Desperate symphony made of sadness Sounding to my ears Slave to my own nightmares grewling of incubus I walk to death The night is overcoming upon sorrow A blind gaze made of stone No sound's appearing from the deep of my throat I heave lost the lust of life, forever
Nostalgia - Records from a past without any future Nostalgia - Where I'm lying for rotting Nostalgia - Unbreakable feelings tormenting my mind Nostalgia - Why have you gone far away from me
And once again despair is kissing me With her cold ghostly lips My own destruction is leading me to my grave That I digged for many times And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought Forgotten, sad, miserable shit As I fall into the black spheres among lonely records You've broken us, piece by piece
The score of my soundtrack is written by blood Music of suicide written in red I did it myself, my wrists are also opened And like my tears, it's cascading Everything has been lost behind us On my kness, hands on my face The sun is appearing into the spring morning Where I'm lying there's just nothing than my dust
Nostalgia - Records from a past without any future Nostalgia - Where I'm lying for rotting Nostalgia - Unbreakable feelings tormenting my mind Nostalgia - Why have you gone far away from me
And now you don't care about him You live on the other sides of feelings But our february snow is now covering my lifeless body...
И вот, опять меня отчаянье целует Губами призрачно-холодными своими. Уничтожение себя ведёт в могилу, Которую давно себе копал. Я в мысли снова спектром сам себя рисую, Убожеством забытым и печальным. Как в сферах чёрных, падал средь воспоминаний. Вы по кусочку за куском меня сломали. И моей песни этой счёт написан кровью, А музыка о суициде- красным.. Я сделал это сам,вспоров запястья, И кровь бежит каскадом, как и слёзы. Что потеряли, всё оставил сзади я И на коленях..руки прячутся в лицо. Весенним утром солнце, как всегда, взошло. Где я лежу - там ничего, лишь пыль моя.... Теперь ему заботы ваши не нужны- С другой живёте в чувствах стороны, Но в чувстве снега февраля нашей зимы..