Текст песни: Dirge + перевод

My mother’s birthday I

Cried in her arms

Just like the baby I

Said I wished I was

My mother, lifegiver

First forest, first river

I am so sorry for the

Nature of my thoughts

Sometimes I think about death

Even when I sleep I don’t rest

It’s just something I need to confess

Sometimes

I think about death

My mother’s birthday her

Self-centred daughter said

«Why can’t I be

Clouds or dust, a tree?»

My mother, spark lighter

I sob louder and I hold tighter

Sometimes a human

Is a terribly sad thing to be

Sometimes I think about death

Even when I sleep I don’t rest

It’s just something I need to confess

Sometimes

I think about death

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