Текст песни Red Sailor - Kosti hrustyat

Bones crunch under the weight of words, and we just started
People were only born - they were already called Klyachi
In my heart, rye aggregates - this is a hoax. This is a lie.
You do not have enough axes to pacify my volcano

Bones crunch under the weight of words- me disgusting your society
Light from love creates pain in me, I prefer loneliness
Talk is torture wrinkles, dementia mouths and treason
But there are many reasons to send everything to Hyam

Bones crunch under the weight of words
Everywhere of our fires
Those who have not become fragments of firewood
Will be crucified packs of those pieces