Текст песни Седьмая Раса - Первый Круг

Freedom of myth , the legal system
Your kindness will not live till morning
So many years of waiting for me so true
Your pale ice slabs

And in the realm of the dead traces of living

rose up, and you do not leave me here nothing
rose up, and you give me a break of the elastic walls
I'm back to where all the love, I once again free
there I do not die with a needle in his hand in mid-summer
I have to do

meaningless step painful sight
I will never forgive my
tired of so many years to call and sing
your eternal copper pipes

kindest responsive
ridicule and pain as a result of the award will be
Sometimes it seems that life on earth -
it's just the first circle of hell