[Alex Walker]
On the invisible bottom
Khan began to swim
not trying to swim up as before
again closed in illusions
knowing that this will only make it worse
he is strong but very depressed
there is only pain in friends
he cries while others laugh
making the sky gray and gloomy
the sun flashes only with highlights
twisted by dreams and killed by tears
it's better to let him say himself
[Khan Shtorh]
[Chorus]
Hi, sometimes remembering them I
cry with tears that pull me
deeper to the bottom
I became silent
realizing a long time ago that everyone just fuck on my pain
my “beloved khan”
she would say hugging me if she were nearby
but next to a bottle of vodka
and only she gives me hope of salvation from torment
I'm spinning in a cloud of smoke without solving problems
friends will not help, family too
you're drowning alone
dreaming of hearing "beloved khan"
