[M'elancolie]

The air is poisoned by a many-faced spirit.
The old man bowed before the grandeur of time.
А black pack of wolves strive for the factory at night.

And the city will subside, just give a minute.
"Take your ink and your contract. Further sign»;
Sigh for the lost life and wait for the saving light.

[Stand on your knees,
You lost all the keys.
Now God is displeased.
Listen to the leaves].

I curse myself and everyone living on this planet,
Every person who breathed air and was here.
Slaves [I know for sure] can never feel freedom.

Yes, I didn't see the sun [this ancient magnet].
I can see everything, including your fear.
Everyone will have their own Garden of Eden.