Текст песни Fore - Западня

Now you're lost in oblivion worlds
To describe the pain, not enough poetry.
You will suffer for our sins,
I will write to us with you poems.

Incompetent, stupid, unbearable,
Rhymes will whittle elusive.
So that only you and I understand
As in the verses of these low we have fallen.

Now you're lost in oblivion worlds
And the pain will not be enough to describe poetry.
We do not have enough of these empty, silly rhymes,
To describe our accursed myth.

To describe this stupid pain
To play this small role,
To forget and Meret,
To fall in love and then burn ...

You suffer now for our sins,
I only write us with you poems,
Incompetent, stupid, unbearable,
Rhymes that subtle.

You forgive me, the sun, for the pain,
For this worthless, stupid role
But there was no way out for me.
I do not run away now ... Trap ...