Текст песни MIDIBlack - О жизни и о боге

The impact of such imagery casts me
Tell me but not about the Monk,
We do look at it except we need it,
You decide for yourself what is true self to you.
Is not that right, not a stupid man you are useless,
We consider this is only dream about the future,
What is formed and we will find the answer.
But while we are present and dig where it is not.
Look at the top of what you see, tell,
What we still picked up on the top floors.
Where are we rushing forgotten, confused,
At what point devalued human manuscript.
What is garbage all the time, that would not see or hear,
Anushka bring poison.
Children no longer enjoy the rainbow,
The rest are looking for salvation in the bottle is not it?
How we squander years, he told me how Dad blue electrical tape,
You know maybe it's not a secret for you,
But all too believe in God perhaps.