Wind
I know that gray silence that precedes a long night every night.
I know that noise outside the window, which constantly stirs my thoughts.
I know that in a moment hell will open up in my head.
I know that I can feel the sulfur breath, the ash wind was spitting out.
The ash wind is blowing, it is blowing
The ash wind is blowing, which will wipe my name from the rocks.
I know that I will not sleep anymore,
I'm afraid to open my eyes.
My heart beats with the rhythm
beating in the shutters.
And I know well that you come here,
because you know that I understand your whine.
And I listen Your crooked words,
which lead me on a crooked path.
Ash wind...
And hell still burns
and blazes with its embers
It burns and burns
I fear ashes.
The ash wind
The ash wind
It burns and burns
I fear ashes.
And hell still burns
and bursts forth with its embers
It burns and it burns
I fear ashes.
Ash wind
It burns and burns
It shits with ashes
And I look with crooked eyes
at the smiles of crooked faces.
And I spit blood from my black lungs
I vomit words with ash.
I still follow the crooked path,
that's the only one I know.
I feel ash in my mouth. I swallow fire in my saliva.
I look at the empty wall to remember my name.
I see shadows of worn-out words, I don't associate them with anything.
And I only know that I am alive because it hurts...< br/>English version:
The wind
I know this grey silence that precedes a long night
I know that in a moment it opens a hell in my head
I know that the breath smells to sulphur, the ash-wind was spitting out
The ash wind blows, it will erase my name from the rocks.
I know I will not fall asleep,
I fear to open my eyes.
The heart beats to the rhythm
Made by the shutters
I know it well, you come in here
Because you know, I understand your howl
And I listen to your twisted words
That leads me the bad way
The ash wind
And the hell still burns
And burst with its heat
It burns and burns
Gulping ashes
The ash wind
The ash wind
It burns and burns
Gulping ashes.
The ashy wind
Burns and burns
It shits ash
And with a turned eye I look wrong
At the smiles of crooked faces
And I spit blood from my black lungs
I vomit ash of words
I still follow the wrong way
That’s the only one I know
I taste ash in my mouth, I swallow fire in my saliva.
I look at empty wall to recall my name.
I see the shadows of erased words, I don’t associate them with anything
And I only know that I’m alive because it hurts....

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