Текст песни Константин Иванов - Странники Забытого Моря

We are wanderers of the forgotten sea, we are travelers of broken roads
We seem to be betrayed by the will, and we habit in the prison
With words we measure the field, we slander enmity with an arshin
One seems to be not a warrior in the field, but we are all on the shoulder again

We re-write laws and reopen the ark
Not yet in chains and out of order but gunpowder is enough for everyone
To whom, our business is not right, we will break through the boots between
And if we got to our feet to go to war

And all to us, knee-deep, we shouted from childhood - Hurray
Yes, the sky is skewed and the sick earth is drying
Oh, to know where the woe awaits me with wormwood carpet
Yes, there isn’t so much in the straw field to cover the bare ass

We are wanderers of the forgotten sea, we are travelers of broken roads
And we are in the habit of jail, and we are in the habit of jail, in jail!