Текст песни Ария - Рабство иллюзий 2

In the land of ancestors I grew stranger
And not honored nor saints nor devils
I was going against the wind, I was walking ahead
In the world of unearthly and free people
But I've never been a slave to illusions

You pray to God and Satan
No host is difficult to live
And each has built himself on the prison
Believing in the righteousness of the royal lie
But I've never been a slave to illusions

Here, at the top
Next to me
In the sky, circling three white eagle
The pride of their name
Spirit and Peace
And behind them no evil, no good

Stay on top

Next to me
Where circling three white eagle
Pride - their name
Spirit and Peace
And behind them a height
Only cold heights
Neither good nor evil

I cursed, laughed in the face
And the old woman spat after me
Friends awarded a crown of thorns
And predicted a lot of trouble
But I've never been a slave to illusions

But even in the hour of death I will not others
And no one will put me cross
I'll be free, but the three strangers
To empty and cold skies