Is it possible to wash face by this mirror
that shows how dirty you have become?
The remains of mud have already solidified on your hands
cause you were throwing it right at us.
Let me live, don't sweep the truth under my table,
start with your own feet, they trumped down the rest of good moments
and I'm sick of it!
You go deeper in this state that you alone cause,
You must take a bitter medicine to feel better
so don't be afraid of your tears, of those most sincere words flowing from the hearts...
I wonder why this grief?!
Let me live, don't sweep the truth under my table,
start with your own feet, they trumped down the rest of good moments
and I'm sick of it!
You were sweeping the truth under my table, you start with your own feet,
we will revive the rest of good moments,
there's enough of them, there's enough of them, cause there's enough of them
there's enough of them!
You were sweeping the truth under my table, you start with your own feet,
they trumped down the rest of good moments and I am sick of it!