(Untranslatable Russian folklore)
Where will this road lead you?
Once solid, ideas turn to collapse
Changing the world will bring you to lethal end
Changing yourself will make the vision clear
Bury ignorance and doubts alive
Wake all five oceans inside
These voices laugh no more
How dare you see the smiles on funerals of yours
The shell that seemed to protect identity
Is now a cold and damp cave of loathe
To sink into oblivion
Always seems to be an easy option
Now we preach the word of thruth,
As we call your ocean to storm!
What I am comes from everything I see,
So let everything has a place to be
Every sentence of life God devotes to you,
So make this story neverending.
So make this story neverending.
Just throw a glance on this world surrounding us.
Breaking down is breaking through
And the latter means nothing but a chance.
There's a load of things to realize,
So many facts to understndand.
As steel is hardened in fire
So your heart will be hardened in pain.
Where will this road lead you?
Once solid, ideas turn to collapse
