Текст песни MetamorFoZa - Чёрный дым

A little boy paints a picture with blood and violence on it
On it are the views of people whose souls are covered with rot.
A little boy sees the world like that, he is tired that people are so cruel.
The little boy is tired of people taking the truth as a reproach.

The blue, blue sky was covered with black smoke.
You shot him in the heart, and no, not single.
What was filth became holy
What was black turned gold
Black smoke even became golden
Even the black smoke turned golden