Текст песни Memorials - Твердь

We get wet in the rain . He did not pass.
Not transparent it drops, red and hot .
Each drop of martyr and oppression
Million unjustified reasons.

Year after year, we get stuck in this puddle.
Under the feet disappeared solid ground ,
And then only deeper , but worse ,
A blood pouring rain all our souls ,
                       Forgotten in the dust.