Текст песни Сумеречная Депрессия - Копать могилу в небе

To dig a grave in the sky

(Denis Yadrov)

 

Blind darkness is calling me to him.
I got lost a tired pilgrim
He gives everything picky fate.
Sunset came, and I'll go after him.

I kill night, she - me,
Clutching fingers mad at the Adam's apple,
Yellow teeth, desperately grinding,
Pressing my gasping cry.

I am trying to drive nails into the coffin of his rotten.
Dig the grave to the sky so easy.
A white lumps like the snow,
And the clouds I dive deep.

Burial under the sheets of the heavens:
Crosses and stones, loneliness shelter.
Shadow theater, the curtain opened.
For scurrying shadows of the dead tissue.

Two meters in raw white clouds,
Cold as The Frozen Ground,
Then, to know already for sure:
When I die, I'll be in heaven.