Текст песни Экстремист - Сквозь мясорубку лет

Through the meat grinder years
In the darkness of bloody days
From crying funeral
Confused friends
Hope displacing hops,
Hand hammering into slaughter
Go to the trail
Removing the pain of the loss.

Through the meat grinder years
In captivity of the arbitrariness of power,
What ruins the temple of freedoms,
Trying to intimidate
Missing humble network,
Becoming part of dissent
On the glands of children's dreams
Go holding a blow.

Through the meat grinder years
Having chucking the traditions of the tree
Confidently go
A non-root trail,
Moral mold burn,
Break the wall bans
Disrupt the fate
Climb the throne on life.