Текст песни Покойник - Конец Света

Blood and mud
We are proud of forever.
All is not well developed
And the soul of cripples,
everyone thinks
Himself above others,
everyone dreams
Bede all prophesy.
Dull and hard
In the crowd of those "prophets" -
It seems to be crowded,
But still, lonely.

And his sword
Do not show a hurried -
Someone can not,
Someone outside the event,
Someone is crying -
His torn to shreds,
Someone sighs -
His life is over.
Who was in the temple -
Now covered in plumage,
Who was like a stone -
That was the sand on the beach.

And who led us, all those gone to the other world.
He replaced the old heroes rabble stranger.
But they do not take us for a
To battle.

Concha era
Tribulations and achievements.
It became manner
Love for the offering.
Sold feelings
Izgazhen world money,
Nope art
Coffins in the sale.
And not for the Faith
All dying overnight.
Better cholera,
What's this "happiness"!

Blood and mud
We are proud of forever.
All is not well developed
And the soul of cripples,
everyone thinks
Himself above others,
everyone dreams
Bede all prophesy.
black dressed
And even the whole country
We End of the World
It has long been not terrible.

And who led us, all those gone to the other world.
He replaced the old heroes rabble stranger.
But they do not take us for a
To battle.