Текст песни Сергей Цветков - MEMENTO QUIA PULVIS EST

He ptomaine throat rinse,
Holding a spear and a handful of soil,
Blood-soaked as the fuse
The cocktail of explosives and gasoline.

Around each other war-torn,
Like lions, do not share the prey.
Worthy broke unworthy:
The war for justice, as a habit.

But the true highlight key points
"Who is right", "Who is to blame" for ordinary people?
Lying in the ward patients
Diagnoses love one another bet.

He smeared corpse poison spear
And the ground with blood on his teeth to chew.
Whether you're top of il foot of the cliff,
You are the son of the earth, which will kill
His children, how angry Medea
Therefore, the idea is meaningless,
What is the meaning of war have some there.
Memento quia pulvis est.