Текст песни Marr-K - Последний бой

= Last fight =
Time has come, under the sound of gong we go out on the field
Arena screaming crowd to failure filled
Give me a sword to me, I will chop off my shoulder
Faith in victory is enough for me until the candle burns in the heart
The path blows the wind, let the hurricane breaks the roofs of houses
Gods in anger, for the fact that
People run home, and we are two in the arena
Fighting yourself, this is a grievous burden
Who will win, he will dictate the law
Bloody trail by the arena leads
We are climbing in the lats, the stands are already empty
No one hits us, in the wind dispel the smoke
From the fires of the revolution, the path of rain pours from the sky
Washed out of our shower soot of sinful
Pantheon gods, they look from above
We are only dolls we puppets
Air clean, the sky eclipsed zage
Thunder and zipper sparkle everywhere
For many miles we are only two
Tashing of blood in the mouth Mist
Fighting yourself, this is the duel last
Let the heavens fall from the screams of frantic
Wake up on the ground of the new truth crop
Go forward only with hope to stand up ...