Текст песни Molchanoff - Сотня Масок

These persons look like the spokes
Impartiality, torn to pieces
Again , I can not understand it
Where the answer is no sense

Chorus
Lies - a weapon hundreds of masks
Who are weak , there is no chance
Pain, pain of others quenching
Disappear , face losing

Jealousy , envy
Anger and weakness
These feelings - evil art
Living vicariously dooming
Himself to decay and spiritual captivity

Chorus:

Bridge :
Angry shadows flit
I hear them whisper , cold as ice
And losing hope of a sudden I see the face of an angel