Текст песни 7 Раса - Тоска

Leaves the city does not whirl
They are firmly pressed to the ground by rain
So it remains to show off
Before his death, or before a long sleep
These paints - last memory
And that is why we love
Someone came up and gave people time
So they knew that the old
  
I was now myself laughing
But it's a very different kind of laughter
No one will say where zavedet
You end up your freedom
How depression should be given to
For every drop of acquired knowledge
No one here just do not understand
Your most personal experiences
  
The sun beat somewhere in a corner
The sky like a muddy waters
Seen terrible to look at death
The fact that warmed for six months
Someone came up and gave people a longing of the movement
But did not say it - near death ?
Or just calming ?
  
Longing longing longing older than all the words ...
Tosca ...