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First snow

Eats up autumn

And my peace

The wind of the past years

Licking scars cute look

My curse, my light

An endless, meaningless cycle

Again I look into the eyes of anxiety

I don't want to spit in her face anymore

She and the syringe are my companions to the grave

And sleep is like a taste of sweet death

Blood is not like wine at all, it freezes in the veins

And alcohol has stopped warming me

Commit an act of mass suicide

Following my example

Only clouds over abandoned graves

They remind us of a moment of inglorious eternity

I don't give a damn what's left after me

After all, from the former me, only dust remained

The weight of the past years, nothing can be returned

You are gone, alas, forever, having finally killed hope

There is no one left, out of eight billion people

Who could say to me, "buddy, relax"

I don't remember anything, I don't remember

I can't understand I can't!

But now I know how to feel a knife in my veins

I know

I know

I know

I know

I Feel It

I know

Death pierces me with an icy spear

Embraces the cold of Vorkuta

But in the forgotten freedom, a loud cry will sound:

"Swallow the rusty blade!"

Swallow the rusty blade!

Swallow the rusty blade!

Swallow the rusty blade!