Luyện nghe bài hát Names

To stars and suns we
To names in stone
the depths of seas of grand desires
To the thought pure, nothingness
Limitless without numbers and names
Where names a curse no are
The ideal one- the true of man
The stench of crowded dogs
With eyes closed
are looking into others for gods
Rotting keeping guard
Of their own which you cannot see
A worm of names uncounted
Is eating its in wretched self-hatred
Blinded on the road to death
The hunger of self-destruction always
Raise gaze- you can't
You won't- it's easier to the herd
You on an empty bag of words
You yourself in a cage
Of own blindness
Carry me, my of hatred
the fear of knowing all other
I to see my very own death