Sweet Decadance

navisli kach chuchi grustnyye mysli
sdavila gorlo nemaya toska
ya chuvstvuyu, chto skoro slomayus'
sunu v petlyu golovu ya

ya ustal ot bessonnitsy dolgoy
ya ustal ot svoikh grustnykh stikhov
ya ustal byt' normal'nym
ya ustal, ya ustal, ya ustal, ya ustal

net uzhe sil po baram spivat'sya
no net sil brosit' pit'
net sil derzhat'sya za chto-libo
ves moy mir kazhetsya ne moy, nemoy

ni rydat' ne mozhet zhenshchina
ya ne chuvstvuyu sebya zhivym
ya chuvstvuyu, chto slomayus'
sunu v petlyu golovu ya

kogda ya perestanu dumat' o smerti?
kogda-zheluyus' izbavit'sya ot samogo sebya?
vosh' ya drozhashchaya ili pravda posmeyu
ubit'samogo sebya?

Oh, my darkness
My painfull goddes
Oh, my darkness
Oh, my sweet decadance