Русский текст: Прозоров
On pain of death,
On life’s pain,
Suffering ache,
But nerves can’t stay.
Solitude and a love,
Depression that kills…
Crying is useless…
And why these, for what?
Screaming and hating
To cut with/out knife.
And hiding in coldness.
Ejaculate in a void.
Similar red blood stooping,
To be bursting lake clot.
Paranoia in living
That’s how someone lives.
No,
To think is too late so…
Still wish to consider…
And when killing one life
You will die in another.
Reaping the fruits of
Fear, hating, abhorrence
Now is not so hard
To surmise that there are all love.
I surmise that it’s autumn.
Remain in me!
Envy on me!
Expecting is awful.
Knowing is awfully.
To surmise there is autumn.
Is awfully true
Remain in me!
Advice to me
Remain in me!
Envy on me!