Текст песни Semantika - казнь

The whispers behind his back,
Darkness, only I to blame.
The chain of coincidences unclear
Controls only me.
The pain and the abyss, stinking laughter
Red and black smoke snow
And the Railway takes only the ...

Who spit in this town,
But the one to whom it is dear,
It has breakable bond
With those who obazhaet dirt,
And read the dirt.

I turned around, whisper silent.
Laughter turned to mourning.
He lit a candle, like calling my duty,
Before me stood the executioner.
Glittering dead eyes he bile,
Steel ax over his head.
Dumb order of gray phrases
Executioner seizes me.

I do not want to spit in this town,
There are still those who are dear to me.
And there is a fragile relationship ...
Stop the execution, stop execution!