Текст песни Uncle Bens - Не Будет Крови

Heart scarred hands in the face with soot in the soot
Bartender! I'll pay for everything pour tequila
Let beats dishes live up to the day of judgment
And dirty bill swarm grave!
This freedom is not much
You do not need permission from no authority except from God
Look at the stars. I believe we still not too late
Learn not to have known dreams
Oh oh oh somewhere in the ghetto children dressed in rags
Here it is the other side of the coin-planet

Chorus
No! I'm not sick, not in the head of my problem
I just hate the totalitarian regime system
And on my grave will not bring flowers to the day of death
No! I'm not sick, not in the head of my problem
I just see clearly utopian system
And on my grave will not bring flowers to the day of death

Blade cut, where we do not know
Let them ships in the new harbor
What do we have left? What are we looking for?
What is gained? And what is lost?
The road leading to the eternal summer
It often ends with a period bracelets
Mon Ami forgive me and let go
I am the son of Babylon, I have enough of the cartridge,
The world of concrete sink submissively
But it is not on my hands, not on your hands will not be blood
There will be blood, there will be blood, there will be blood

Loss

Chorus