Текст песни Smalla - Свободы я уже не захочу.

You ready to call themselves hoarse,
You immensely long I waited,
Weaving the soul in languishing features
I created a bottomless whirlpool.

The vertices of love crazy carnival
In your power to be heady want.
All frames that created the mind,
In an instant the wind forest.

Forgetting about all the doubts, I will go
There where you are, where blood boil.
Errors will find excuses,
Changing your pride for love.

By fetters cling so meekly,
"I'm next" - whisper quiet.
Once having been in your captivity,
Freedom I do not want to.