Текст песни Molecularity Stress - Агония

Agony

Bad weather, the lack of sun,
 dirt clouds and disturbing thoughts.
The decline in sentiment, the arrival of compassion.
Failure of all programs and we are firmly stuck.

Dull eyes, gray face
Rare passers-by and the windows in trams
And underfoot autumn slush,
yellow leaves and they fly around.

Agony - the process of decay.
Not you, not me, hold on, it should be.
The agony of body and soul,
and you and I, we wanted one.

Clear skies and bright sun.
 To live without malice and harm people.
More warmth, and love the people you know.
And less than Rather, the access door.
Do not fatigue and sadness: there and back.
Not from one extreme to dutifully throw.
Do not faint hope and confidence in life,
so it was a pity to part with it ...

Agony - the process of decay.
Not you, not me, hold on, it should be.
The agony of body and soul,
and you and I, we wanted one.