Кома [Koma] [English translation]

Random numbers of weary clock

Go as in a delirium - step back, two ahead

Like a confusing cipher, like a mystery without words

Consider when plane will arrive

You'll be brought here

[we fall, like in the movies

It would be funny if it wouldn't be sad]

And we will be forever

[as God and Devil are always together]

together

The cry went out in a window of the house

The world without us - stalemate, coma

Drop by drop from the tap - floor grams per day

Time is measured by stamp at zero

I'm a laceration, a direct target,

A pale shadow with the head in the loop

Standing on a thin needle

[Yes, it feels like hell - to sit in paradise

and to see your gaze, and all your pain in it]

Lost on the edge of the abyss

[Don't give up, living is being in battle]

Day by two, alone at home.

Fear. Wall. Saliva. Coma.

From here all the bad things are seen in red colours

You're powerless, it's a shame and makes awfully angry

Soul is impotent without everyday flesh

But it also throbs when my love passes

Procedure beyond the emotional limit

Identification of the corpse, as they say in the news - "body"

You have to be bold and I'm not at affairs already

Although here I am - arrived 'cause you wanted to

Ice freezes in my hands

Rain will pour back in my eyes

There's zero in the soul. Signs of a burglary.

I am myself already coma

• Artist:Slot
• Album:Тринити