Текст песни Mental Strain - 3.Время чудес

Look into the depth of your eyes
And understand that they are empty.
In this world, the world will never
Not there.
And people with failures instead of eyes.
Always played the leading role.
Dictators, child-killers, heroes.
Everyone looks into the distance
And only see the Death of his reflections.
It is approaching the time of miracles
And another genius raised his hand
Above the map of the world.
Lurk and wait.
People with eye dips
Not accustomed to exist for a long time.

And faith is broken for good luck
And I'm kind of glad.
I hear music,
Shouting and crying children.
And the planet like a ball - a gallop.
Rejoices and dances.

From pain to wash hands
And again suffer from boredom
Unlocking the secret.
Where war deal childhood
And where would I find a remedy
To hide fears
Inside the pupil.
Once again, full of posters
On the street in the number of soldiers.

Get ready, boys and girls -
We will build the Aryan paradise.
And again, just like before.
A pile of red swastikas and February.