I.Witness - Лимб
текст песни

Vyuna sprouts through the eye sockets sprouted among dreary spilled fir trees. Put your head in the hope, get ready to be even stronger. Dressy and young, cold and happy. Konuras hold the walls, and our bonds are leaning. My limb has lost my mind, the first circle of hell, a dead end and the last line. Neither glorified nor punished, we are doomed and equalized by a series of syringes, hospitals and booze. I chose myself, I stumbled, I quit everything without understanding why. And every day it seems to be stolen, as if borrowed from a usurer, a blind scenter, clinging to the throat. And let the rain pouring endless days, and let the dirty asphalt sticks to the sky, my horizon has long been torn to be torn. Tell me, it is we, or someone clings to us in stones with the last hope and jumps from the roofs of cold concrete houses. I'm waiting, waiting for the flood, waiting for a fire, liberation. Let there be a fire, let the flood be the only way out and purification. There is no return home. I have grown into these dry poplars. He stuck around himself and pulled out part of himself. There is no more return home.