Текст песни Acropolis - За чертой

Verse 1:
Imagine that the sun was the stove,
It us lashes on the eyes.
Melted dreams of eternal,
Smelled of burning skies.
Mess looks reproachfully,
Washing water with dirty hands.
The government's true - under the fence,
The poor do - Frigid corpse.

1 chorus:
In the heart beats, do not knock - a lie.
You believed in fate, only stronger clutching the knife.
You veins yourself one paved the way
And stepped over the line, which did not dare to look.

Verse 2:
The whole world is like a crematorium,
Burn me that I had said nothing!
In a newspaper poisoned sea
Lies - the beginning of all beginnings.
Hurry to the sun began to dust,
Hurry to the world burned in the fires.
Not the guilty, who is powerless,
And the right not the one who gave more.

2 Chorus:
For you had one idol - Anger.
Taunting death like a dog bone.
Heart thrown into the fire, next to the image of Christ,
But it is impossible to love here - on seven hills.