Стану пеплом

The sky's blood has written on the rooftops.
It hurts so much - only the wind hears me.
Snow - a tranquilizer for the pain,
My fingers are numb, can you hear?

I will become the wind, purest ashes.
You will become the sun, extinguishing the stars.

The pain carries me into infinity.
I, your dead angel, will become eternal.
From plastic shards, you gave me wings.

I will become the wind, decayed ashes.
You will become the sun, extinguishing the stars.

Hey. You're listening to my last message.
You always wanted me to be perfect,
But perfect is just a complete vacuum -
Emptiness, baby, emptiness.
And I will be it -
Your ideal.
I will be total emptiness...

I will become the wind, I will become the wind.
Decayed ashes...
Purest ashes...

Forever!