Текст песни Crossway - Серость

And all around, as always,
Immobility bodies longing.
This gray Babylon
Tires every day.
The world is caught up in their own backyard,
With despair in his eyes.
As if all sit in the cells,
The chance of freedom is only one.

After all, the goal is clear:
Do not wait for the end.

Get up and destroy!
Prejudice
Hold on a cold,
What is sitting after the sleeve.
And no cases not until then,
And the words of the day are nothing.

In the cycle of gray days,
All shout "Come quickly!"
Speed, rush to nowhere,
Stop as always.
Revolution is,
Degradation is.
Of all the progress in regression
DESC is.

After all, the goal is clear:
Do not wait for the end.

Get up and destroy!
Prejudice
Hold on a cold,
What is sitting after the sleeve.
And no cases not until then,
And the words of the day are nothing.