Текст песни Svetlana Morenko - Пуста, совсем пуста

Empty, completely empty il concentrate alarms
Exhausted the word, and I do not want roads,
Snail locked, and I was not me.
There is no use to me. Colourless and sick.

Chorus: Lawlessness unbroken circle.
                They kill people to each other,
                Mad with blood and pain,
                From the errors of others and by the will;
                Mad with power and revenge,
                Distortion filled lead,
                And for the truth and for the ideas,
                Reaching its peak in the lurch. War!

Helpless to understand each other
                                             All per inch.
Hostility and tension does not stop.
 Only Maple nourishes life,
                                  Disturb the light of the soul.
Valuing the gifts of the Earth, it is nice and war.

Chorus.