[00:00.000] 作曲 : Eugene Abdukhanov/Tatiana Shmayluk/Roman Ibramkhalilov/Vlad Ulasevich[00:03.806]Happy morning[00:06.070]I woke up to a crow's song[00:12.549]They are croaking[00:15.670]To abusive music[00:22.040]Happy mourning[00:24.936]I woke up to all my problems solved[00:31.200]And dissolved[00:33.080]In a swamp of the past years[00:37.457]So I learnt to transform[00:40.480]This sweetest lethargy[00:43.499]Gripping onto[00:45.960]The reality of[00:51.378]Facing a thousand[00:54.390]As they circle above[01:11.080]The strings of my soul[01:13.920]Got loose too soon[01:16.420]'Cause the reins of my heart[01:18.915]Were too tight all the time[01:24.389]Were too tight all the time[01:33.009]Here I am sitting on the edge[01:40.009]Of a cold fence[01:42.749]The same fence[01:45.529]I left you all behind[01:52.147]An intricate weaving of a barrier[01:57.169]Separating death from life[02:02.959]Dead hands feel no pain[02:07.159]Blackened hearts, early graves[02:11.328]A reflection of the sky[02:15.469]Through the mirrors of the eyes[02:19.949]I can hear them coming down[02:22.729]A familiar sound[02:25.249]It won't be long[02:28.049]It won't be long[02:30.905]Before they tear me apart[02:33.529]As they circle above[02:36.608]Crashing down like black rain[02:39.149]Dead hands feel no pain[02:43.068]Gripping onto[02:45.586]The reality of[02:51.410]Facing a thousand[02:54.278]As they circle above[03:11.158]The strings of my soul[03:14.018]Got loose too soon[03:16.277]'Cause the reins of my heart[03:18.778]Were too tight all the time[03:24.395]Were too damn tight all the time[03:32.458]It is my time to fill the niche[03:38.298]It is my time to serve[03:43.833]What a nice day to fall into a ditch[03:49.748]And be a feast for crows[04:00.968]And be a feast for crows