Текст песни Лунофобия - Пули

From these gentle bullets in the head
From loneliness mass graves
From the emptiness and the plague
The beauty and winter
From these gentle bullets in the head

From infinite Morse code in your ears
From despair minefields
From cities on the sand, reflections in the river
From infinite Morse code in your ears

From helplessness deceased
From the inevitability of perpetual sleep
From the day from the infinite heavenly fire
From helplessness deceased

From these gentle bullets in the head
From infinite Morse code in your ears
Give me the emptiness
I'm gone, I'm gone
From the inevitability of perpetual sleep

From these sweet bullet in the head ...