Hipotermia [English translation]

I have no idea what happened to me

Something changed the light to darkness - inverted

One year, two, passed, I had it rough

I feel like a trashy loser again, because

Everything is crumbling except this wall before me

I told myself many times “change something” so I changed things

I was far from here, turns out, that it wouldn't last

I’m standing right here, where I stood a few years back

Though the eyes, with which I see lost their light somewhere

Along the way if it weren't for those few push-ups and sit-ups

Which I do persistently, daily I’d be still laying in bed all day

You can’t reach me via telephone fam. Something came up again

I don't want to exchange even two words with anyone

I’m in a slump, fuck replying to messages

I don’t want visits, unless, you have my prescription

I take the ones, that I have, seems they just fly into the void

How many of them do I gotta devour, to not wanna die?

ref. x2

Hypothermia

A cold wind blows on the trail of broken dreams

Somewhere deep at the bottom of my frozen heart

Yet I don't know how to find the light inside me, even in the daylight

I think I’m obsessed with guns, the noise of shots

At least I defended myself fiercely during my visit at the ARC

So I need it at least once in each album, click, click, bang!

Cziki, pow! blow! or another sound

It sits inside me somewhere why do I like to hold it to my temple

My fingers imitating the shape of a gun?

The emotional sinusoids, of my brain

Fly me from K2 all the way to Mariana’s Trench

I once pinned the blame solely on booze

I stopped drinking, because I knew, how it destroys my morality

And I cared about us, it was supposed to be easy, but instead

I turned into a boor ruining your chill spots in the city

You didn't deserved any of my frustrations

And I never wanted you to find me with a hole in my skull

More than once I've thought about Nirvana, just one shot

Like Kurt, that's why I got "Whatever nevermind" across my chest, pow!

ref. x2

In all the sentences in my life there is a voice of punctuation,

This is my good, inseparable friend - self-destruction

My number one enemy, the threshold from every gate

It appears very often here, when I am left alone

She doesn't care if my idea is sound

When she takes a seat next to me, I see the world through a dirty mosquito net and

Everything disappears from my cash, my career, to my fans

And once again I'm that shy kid from the school days

I threw everything on the table in the game of dreams

I'm the madman, who still has hope smoldering inside

Nothing's for free, though sometimes I'd like to hear opinions

My friends graduated, today they have families

I'm different, I used to be proud of that

Today, even I can't tell if I’ll ever be happy, or die a sad person

Like now, I do know, because I've been through this many times,

That there's no reason to leave the theater, while the session goes on