С.С. [Серая Слизь] [S.S.] [English translation]

We were looking at the sky falling

Thinking: "Isn't it an asshole?"

We don't have another sky

And everyone hung on to this one.

We had no time to look

Who was left behind our backs.

Everyone knew they had to burn

If they wanted to stay themselves.

And I was looking at the lover

How his name was flowing down from his face

...looking at the lover

How his name was flowing down from his face

This whole war of ours

Ended just like it always did:

Our sky betrayed us.

Oh the dumb hope that IT won't give us up at least!

Okay, I got it, if you lost, just bend.

And the best were devoured by the grey goo.

Were you looking at the lover

How his name was flowing down from his face?

Were you looking at the lover

How his name was flowing down from his face?