Текст песни And End... - Пионы

Compressed fingers
 Tearing the skin wrist
 The cold pierces
 My nature.

 With cries of pain
 Broke into misfortune
 In my heart
 Froze it.

 Sneaky feeling
 Dotted with sorrow.
 Thoughts pop
 As the current in the wires

 No, I would let go
 All fed up!
 Only weakness
 And empty eyes.

 Day each time
 It seems dlinshe.
 Wait something
 What can kill.

 Death calling
 In line with the life
 It is not know
 Why go on living?

 The room is dark
 No signs of happiness
 With echoed
 The groans of agony ...

 ... and the only window
 Worth podvyatvevshy.
 Vain gift
 Crimson peony.