Текст песни Крест - В Капкане Бытия

The trap of Genesis

Glasses of white houses inside wounded wolf
Drum roll, chest marching regiment
Packs of wild dogs, people are enveloped in a dream
The world is caught in the net, ransacked our house

Time for a few days and we for him
The forest is not for the stumps, the city does not sleep
Let everything be so because already
Nowhere to go
And so to his neck in mud

Light for the light ache camp
Firmly hold the nodes
The heart aches from the wounds
Dream terrible dreams

Staying with nothing
Really, there is no need to lie
Stan is not strong, not crushed,
But faith is shaking expanse

In the mines dormant methane
Sharpening the contrast
Fleeing to the enemies
And do not think about us