Текст и перевод песни Goin' Through - Polla Provlimata

Polla Provlimata

το μυαλο μου εχει γεμισει απο σκεεεψεις κιαλες δεεν χωρα καθε τοσο ενας ασκετος τη νυχτα μου τηλεφωνα
Αντιδραω κ τα νευρα μου με ποιανουν ολο πιο συχνα
Πιο συνα

Problematic Thoughts

My mind has filled with endless thought,And there's no more room for anything but dread.Time and again, an ascetic calls to me in the night.
I react, and my nerves become frayed, striking more and more frequently.
More frequently.