Текст песни Восьмий День - Кричати

Eighth Day - Screaming

Hungry prisoners of their fate
We both wanted this role
Zatsyklyly thought into captivity
And on the verge of marching for freedom.
Now what? Where is our place?
Why drip on the brain?
Pour poison in the wound
And the benefit of all recognition.
Who we are, what is necessary
Tear the mask because he did not see the sky.

I can not be silent
So much I want to cry.
I can not be silent,
Someone must first cry.

We are on the brink already erased the brink
Deaf treat him
Blind eyes show
Blocks the brain thinks freely.
Now what? Where is our place?
Why drip on the brain?
Pour poison in the wound
And the benefit of all recognition.
Who we are, what is necessary
Tear the mask because he did not see the sky.

I can not be silent
So much I want to cry.
I can not be silent,
Someone must first cry.
I can not be silent
I can not be silent
So much I want to cry
I can not be silent
So much I want to cry.
I can not be silent,
I must first cry.