их выбрало время и космосу чёрному жертвует - так науки алтарь принимал человека мечты.
I'm glad that he's dead.
Well i guess that you never knew me, or at least not well enough.
So i fill my gut with dark red wine until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind.
You won't see me there in that thick black air-yeah.
i'll finally make something disappear.
Because i've been practicing disappearing
and i think that i've got it down but now there is no sun just a cellar.
Nowhere is sky its just that black, black dirt.
I'll be lying there in that hot white air once
that something is gone it might never reappear.