Ztraceni,
přitom spokojeni,
krmení nejistotou máme úsměv na tváři.
Ztraceni křičíme na hluché.
Dýcháme ve vakuu vzduch, co nikdy nebyl.
Kolem dokola utahuje se smyčka na sevřených rukou.
Nepřáteli jsme jen sami sobě.
Jsme živi z popela spálených srdcí.
Eng:
Fed By Insecurity
Lost without a care
Fed by insecurity
We have smiles on our faces
Lost, we shout at the deaf
In a vacuum, we breathe the air which never existed
Surrounded by ropes, binding our clenched hands
We are enemies to ourselves
Surviving on the ashes of burned hearts
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