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
Sweet Decadence
I'm drowning in sad thoughts
Choked by the silent longing
I feel like I'm about to break soon
I'll put my head in the noose
I'm tired of long sleepless nights
I'm tired of my sad verses
I'm tired of being normal
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
I have no strength to sing at the bars
But no strength to quit drinking
No strength to hold on to anything
My whole world seems not mine, silent
A woman can't cry
I don't feel alive
I feel like I'm about to break soon
I'll put my head in the noose
When will I stop thinking about death?
When will I wish to get rid of myself?
Will I shiver or really dare
to kill myself?
Oh, my darkness
My painful goddess
Oh, my darkness
Oh, my sweet decadence