Singer: Slot. Page 6

In the light of day I will paint a black mirror.
Still they are not me.
So I'm going to believe that the living.
Let's not...
Not so!..

All words are just words
If flying from the branches, the leaves,
They can help
To describe this day, this night.

And remember: I won't forget;
My mouth is full, and the eyes are stitched shut,
But nobody is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.

And you die - you will not see
Shut up - I can't hear
And don't say anything.

Two different wars in the head,
Two different springs, one winter.
Two thin strings in the sleeve,
Make it to the bottom - go mad.

Don't give up, to live is to be in combat.

The presence of a signal the unit is a pain
For latest page border, zero.
Survival is not the one who can live on five
And the one who just does not know how to die!
Look how much water has flowed,
Crashed in the drops froze and became a glass.
To breathe before it's too late, to warm them with its warmth.
Fear, pain and tears - in spite of all deaths.

Lose - means to find,
Lose - means to understand
It only means to go, to seek, to change.