Пули

From these gentle bullets in the head
The loneliness of the mass graves
Of emptiness and plague
From the beauty and winter
From these gentle bullets in the head

Of infinite Morse code in the ears
Of despair minefields
From the cities in the sand, from the reflections in the river
Of infinite Morse code in the ears

From helplessness dead people
From the inevitability of eternal sleep
From the endless days of unearthly fire
From helplessness dead people

From these gentle bullets in the head
Of infinite Morse code in the ears
Give me a void
I'm going, I'm gone
From the inevitability of eternal sleep

From these affectionate bullets in my head ...