Текст песни Der Spiegel - Пепел

Ridiculous our miracle
Crushed dirty finger.
Fall sneaks into the soul
Cold and indifferent.
I find the strength to
Do not dream about our summer.
And I dream about snow
And the cold of minus forty.

We opened the lids,
We were ordered to survive.
We were forbidden to cry,
Sentenced to happiness.
In response, we spit lies,
And dreamed of them nasty nightmares.
We scratched the sky
We are poisoned by pain.

Space charges a fee
For sincerity and frankness.
During conversations in the kitchen
Over a cup of bitter poison.
All what we wanted -
Acute heart attack
And all that is left of us -
Lies and cigarette ashes.