Текст песни градация я. - под стробоскопами

we know so many evil words
less - those who are ready
sit under one trench,
and not at one table.
in our strobe lights
as by the way, in brackets,
the night is reflected
sitting on pins and needles
sticking out on unstable
I live the way I like.
freedom is worth it all
but that's even a lot.
wine does not turn into water,
and the sword is returned to the executioner.
such nice weather
and such storms inside.
and pain of a different kind
now it pushes me.
what road awaits us all
why is it raining there?
and how to live
if freedom is more expensive than debt,
and if there is something dearer than love.