Текст песни Iris Lloyd - Как наивна ваша вера

How naive is your faith
And victory, and each other!
You just child
I - the slightest fear.
Do not get used to the fear of the people,
Enough for one grain of sand,
That dream has covered mold,
Slashed in half.

I'll come back in another form,
Change to your victory,
You will realize too late:
Children's fear is not so terrible.
This first - in the shadow of the window,
Herds of horses midnight,
Now other horrors
From the rise of sewage ditches.
Like a zombie mind zhruschey
Fear creeps into the soul and dreams,
The icy grip of the heart
Stop and dry up;
Flash violent neon
Newsline running,
Epidemics, maniacs,
The terrorists, wars, coups;

Like a virus, infecting
Through rumors and newspapers
Strong sticky webs
Opletet this planet.
These fears are always close by,
And now with me one.
Very soon you will realize
What they are invincible.