| Song | The Second Face |
| Artist | Artrosis |
| Album | Fetish |
| 作曲 : Grunthell, Medeah ... | |
| Unrestrained sorrow besets and aims at consciousness | |
| Something tells to run, but will there be enough strength to remain oneself? | |
| Her lips whisper something you know well | |
| Better with every moment | |
| Inconsiderate move deprived of chances | |
| Broke that what there was | |
| You raise your head upwards so proudly | |
| You are new in the play of shadows | |
| Hungry for experience that comes along with time | |
| Unruly since ever | |
| You shed a tear, limpid and clear | |
| Only it is that way | |
| With unimaginable sheen it spreads to everything | |
| That changed its sense years ago |
| zuò qǔ : Grunthell, Medeah ... | |
| Unrestrained sorrow besets and aims at consciousness | |
| Something tells to run, but will there be enough strength to remain oneself? | |
| Her lips whisper something you know well | |
| Better with every moment | |
| Inconsiderate move deprived of chances | |
| Broke that what there was | |
| You raise your head upwards so proudly | |
| You are new in the play of shadows | |
| Hungry for experience that comes along with time | |
| Unruly since ever | |
| You shed a tear, limpid and clear | |
| Only it is that way | |
| With unimaginable sheen it spreads to everything | |
| That changed its sense years ago |