Текст песни Astenix - Вонзая нож в живое сердце

Come on, tell me what you feel,
Stabbed in the beating heart of ...
It looks like nothing but darkness, emptiness
You cebe not leave, becoming the murder craftsman.

What do you think, tearing flesh
Their greedy teeth?
Oh joy fill the stomach?
You look like a beast with empty eyes ...

What do you think, turning life into a commodity?
Do you have created to dispose of it?
Lost morals, sold their souls
Hoping for more capital to keep up ...

Trusting eyes filled with tears,
Helpless body trembles ...
Well, the man revels in power?
On the palate, you kind of violence? ..

Chorus:
If animals could speak,
They would have told you about my pain!