Текст песни PHARAOH - Клюква

The dirt that you know about it
I trust only the dead poets.
We have blood and sweat running down our spades
But still, my brother and I did it.
With you in this place
Where there was love, he dug the grave of his bride.
Tell me how you imagine your life
Do you think that at least something is changing in it,
Tell me how to defeat this darkness?
How to stop all friends and parents
In the pit to bury like dogs?

Tell me how you imagine your life
Do you think that at least something is changing in it (yourself)
Your loved ones fall in the mud, no one hears them
Silently moving worms in it, the earth seemed to breathe.