Puolet [English translation]

From emptiness to lassitude-covered fear

which I wished to have already been faded away

Frustrated words, which were supposed to comfort

Are glowing their coldness for a thousandth time

From all beauty, half is self-destruction

Even more so when we are being deluded

To turn the other cheek as well

I won't give up on heartbeats

Which were burnt

As scars to my every sense

We've woken up many times on the edge of a pit

But we still haven't shut ears from it's call

From all beauty, half is self-destruction

Even more so when we are being deluded

To turn the other cheek as well

Is calling us

From all beauty, half is self-destruction

And even more but we still surrender

From all beauty, half is self-desctruction

When we're thinking about that fact

Which do we want more?

• Artist:Apulanta