That's why I felt it.

A grounded explanation of the darkness of the finale
Nothing is liked, I don't want to, I can't, I'm fed up
People are evil all over the world, just like me
And in an instant, in the most beautiful moment, killing myself
For the grievances in the past, present, and future life, no one should be blamed
You can't forgive, and you don't need to forgive
You can live, but you don't have to live
The graves of the saints are not in the cemetery, just like their souls.
Why didn't Van Gogh cut off his ears completely?
Purgatory — a classic deception, a deception of the Catholic church
All or nothing, a dead teetotaler or a living drug addict
Huge conspiracies against the little man
Under the pressure of bags under the eyes and the unfortunate century
He becomes stronger, overcoming the darkness, but does not become light
If there were no happiness, then misfortune would not have saved

Plowing mechanical oceans, rural districts of the seas
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Adventures in blood-soaked notebooks and the darkness of white nights
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Sparing the happy poor and betraying the unhappy kings
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger.
Acid bay against the current becomes faster
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger

Loneliness in a big metropolis
To die not for show on the most popular ferry
The dark green constrains the net
In delirium, no one and nothing can be overcome
Special funnels in the hearts of unchosen people
Stale crusts of bread — food on the seventh day
Rusty water with mold — the sweetness of the end of the world
Everything in our world is paid for, documented, shod, and dressed
Radioactive inert gas in the silence of the dead
Beaten waiters in the huge local noise
Coinage of old, out of circulation
Not coins, not coins at all, it's not about money
Not about money, not coins, not in coins

Plowing the tools of streams, the diary of the districts of the seas
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Adventures in blood-soaked notebooks and the whiteness of dark nights
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Sweet little knives and the gloom of drunken eyes
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Mad ravines of people's blindness
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger

And they watch the shame of ours from the heavens
In life, an angel, a witch, an angel, a devil, and a demon will suffer
Strange infected beasts make an escape
A train derailed — inevitable death
If you set fire to a branch — the whole forest will burn
To run around the world in a surge of devotion
To break the rules — leaving even with a notice
In the hands of the devil — a knife shines with silver
A fire ant wants to go against the rules
The root of evil has long sprouted inside.
The morality doesn't matter, only economic growth
Outside, any living person
We live, we don't live, an age, not an age
Red, red water flows from the tap
Nothing is as great and unpleasant as darkness

Plowing dead oceans, ordinary communist people
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Ordinary cycle of human demise
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Adventures in sterile steps of the commoners of nights
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Until fate becomes even more painful
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger.

In the mortal present, the sound of barely audible footsteps
Fierce defense of dark, gloomily white steps
Great fatigue, lightning and thunder
Cuts into small pieces chrome
Great delay, transpiration of pupils
Synthesizer of sounds of hell, and a golden brow
Natural shirts, foreign jackets
The anthill still fell apart without a queen
Disturbed guitars, combo amplifiers of the regime
How many more golden gates to great Rome?
Gray bath leaf, maple capitalist leaf
Selfless intentions and a handless guitarist
Red marble window on the Huguenot windowsill
Hoarseness of voice, unmade collars
Gunpowder pieces of a wooden barrel

Plowing deaf news and worldviews of people
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
To drink life to the brim with a heap of unimaginable schemes
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Counting by zeptoseconds every uncomplicated day
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
Embodiment of madness, reviving Fahrenheit of mad people
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger

Execution and murder of their brothers during the siege of La Rochelle
Heroic ballads about cowardly scoundrels in reality
Layered clouds, dense veil of notes
Not to read the code at every machine
Hot glue with a piercing gaze
Jordanian crosses are not welcomed by humanity
To change the ideology of one's world
To inventory what is not and has not been
With a storm, darkness — the sky was dug
Snow whirlwinds have frozen
That traitor will whine about loyalty
That punisher will invite to hellish torments
Condemnation of simple and small people for the good
Proclamation according to taste
Vanishing without a trace in the darkness

Plowing gray hair and young first mates of ships
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
A sweet gingerbread didn't survive, but a word — is not a sparrow
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
If you almost killed — then it's better to finish it off
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger
The drawing of the front line is becoming broader and more painful
Everything that couldn't kill — made it stronger

Gentle horses with chainsaws in their hands
Sticky nougat with radium nuts on the teeth
In red, not humanly laughs the soldier
All laws, all further, all differently
Orange winter outskirts, and firs
Gray African holidays, songs and dances
Monogamous world is full like plastic
No one came out of the seventh chamber whole
Becoming a penny, lost and found burden
In a no man's and lost promised land, scraps of ships
Unconsciousness of blinking unwritten eyes
Everything that couldn't kill — made it more painful

To every scoundrel, a person gets used to
Forced crossing
To every ragamuffin, everyone gets used to forever
Voluntary crossing
And it wasn't an ordinary old woman, but his own personality he killed
He concluded a deal with his conscience under pressure
And it wasn't an old woman, he killed himself from within
He concluded a deal with his conscience of his own free will
People are created for happiness, but happiness is not created for us
No falseness, people only need an order
We are created for happiness, but happiness is not for people like us
Without motivation, we would all be deaf-mutes
The one who wishes evil but always does good
Other people, evil like dogs
The one who wishes good, but always does only evil
Something from within scratched the soul

Yeah. I just wanted to put a gif, and something glitched.

oh, my favorite Russian song. on repeat with KiSH

I think I've found a successor

How happy I am to see you again, but still something
It seems to me that this will be our last meeting
I mourn the echoes of memories, and wait for your departure
After all, love is not infinite..

I'm ready to become a stone, without feelings and doubts
If I occupy someone's place in existence
And there would be no sadness, losses, and confusion
I would live like that, not understanding who you are at all

Despite the fact that I want you to know about my deep feelings
I keep them inside, fearing that you will reject me and lie so you don't suffer
I'm a coward and just a scoundrel, but you're still with me, I don't understand
Why? Why? Why?

All my flaws, and my sorrows, if with you then
I will smile at you, warming our hearts, after all, it's not in vain
Everything sparkled as if in miracles
After all, you called me by name

When you lose yourself, and suffer endlessly
Know that I can, without hesitation, take your fate upon myself
And let the darkness around us thicken
It seems like everything is fine for us, and the fire within us hasn't gone out

No matter how much I swear, no matter how much I plead, I only see terrible dreams
It seems that a small mistake and you will reject me, leaving me alone
I'm just a worthless coward, but you still hold my hand
Why? Why? Why?

The night doesn't end, no one wants to help, except for me
Take my hand, and squeeze it tightly, to pass through the darkness
And when we close our eyes, a bright blue will be visible
What can I do for this?
Can I call you by name?

In that very moment when I came into the world
"I don't want to live!" I cried, sobbing
And since then, I've been searching, searching my whole life for an answer
Why should I live, and I found you

All my flaws, and my sorrows, if with you then
I will smile at you, warming our hearts, after all, it's not in vain
Everything sparkled as if in miracles
After all, you called me by name

Finally, you called me by name

(Original song: Eine Kleine — Kenshi Yonezu)

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Those who were kind and gentle in life
Will become angels without strength
With your gaze directed to heaven
"Why is there no trace of them?"

When there are no clouds in the sky
Our silhouette is then visible
We are alone and trembling
God, I don't want to be like this!

They live in darkness without the sun
No one will break through to us
They hold on to the stars (Tightly..)
So that the air doesn't blow them off the sky

When there are no clouds in the sky
Our silhouette is then visible
We are alone and trembling
God, I don't want to be like this! (x3


When there are no clouds in the sky
Our silhouette is then visible
We are alone and trembling
God, I don't want to be like this (x4)


Engel — Rammstein