Текст песни Волчий дождь - Слова про рай

Where you hand about hand marching a virgin flower,
There is no happiness, no joy, no life,
Because there is no, neither sadness, nor misfortune, no death.

And after all it looks like the earth and indeed the end will come ...

You kill too easy!
What is bad in murder?
I do not know from which mountain you fell, but in the city our laws.
Laws?! Run along with the gang of the overannants on the rotten city is this law?

I hear the voice and he tells me "Get to Paradise!"

Why live if you are sighty pride?
You are strange. You know, you know little pride if you are a corpse!