Текст песни Azgard - Сліпий

Herd blind,
Everything is ready for buckwheat bread
Driven to march.

Go, bear the scorn temples mark.
Harkayut empty slogans together with blood.
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Together
All yell as one:
We are against freedom!

In the area sold
For sheep
From the stage screaming chanson
smiles leader
From the stands
Spitting at the crowd and goes
Shut up, do not dare look up.
They were not given a kill slaves and change everything !!!

What is the price?
life is empty
No rights without faces

All differed
Surely one;
Lonely old poet
ink tears
On the ground, leaving a farewell letter
I believe in miracles,
And the walls forever extreme houses
Steel vote
Wake up the will to live
Blind prozriyut,
And the deposed tyrant.
And in a new svti
There will be no room for slave!