Промолчи, и Сатана восторжествует.
Progressions



The more you say, that you are sad,

The more this fact becomes the truth.

The more you think, that you are mad,

The less of people talk with you.



The more you live the others' lives,

The more your being becomes a lie,

The more your back is stabbed with a knife,

The more you grow your wish to die.