Текст песни Shyngys - Нагота

Tore off the skin
He doesn’t believe masks.
Bare your meat
He goes forward.
Without fear,
Without pain,
Without embarrassing roofing felts,
Seeing the abyss without foreseeing collapse
Closing my eyes
Making his way through the ashes.
He goes to the end
Toothless mouth shutting
Uncovering the whole point
To the eyes of the insolent.
He has no love
No trust,
Friendship
embarrassment
anger
Of good
and
Heat
only the madness of the vastness
illuminates
you just
his
nudity.