Текст песни BY Effect - Холод истин

The cold truth is a draft,
Conscience plug his ears, taking notes,
The body twitching to the beat
Zakrepalos in the nerves, like a puppet.
Restless Soul
Send to hell all who teaches life
Drunk and barely breathing,
Hugging with heart, drink from the same prism.

Clouds descended from the towers,
Moving across the sky, feeling free,
Life embroidered pattern,
Fade under the kind of sins.
The city moved into the heat,
Steel, concrete, asphalt, along dorogi- flags.
The cold truth - as the draft,
Sobering soul requiring mash.

Devouring lies and vulgarity,
There comes a night- mother,
Raises conscience, soul,
And at the heart of the wind misses.
Conscience fidgets through Hell,
Soul eager to freedom,
The heart is crying,
Groaning over sin nature.