Текст песни Ghostwood - Без Границ

Stove, wrap on a moment,
Time erases the trail.
Your defenseless world
From the first lanes newspapers
Shouts about what knows
How hard to breathe
When it is pushing
On the tip of the knife

Chorus:
A hundreds of years will not sick
Millions of once forgotten persons.
Save their light, just not let
Lose this world, the world without borders.

Where you can find
Erased names
Those who managed to understand
How high the price?
Only memory remained
Instead of a living soul
Sorry in the palms flames,
Hold it hard!