Текст песни Демьян Котенко - Хаос

Dm Hb C
As the wind is wet, you rveshsya in shutters
As the evening black, singing, to her alone:
"I am the ancient chaos, I'm an old friend of yours
Your friend is a single, open, open !!! "

I hold the shutters, I do not dare to open.
I hold on to the shutters and fear-melt.
I keep cherish, store, sorry
My last love!

Etc

Laughs chaos, calling bezoky.
You'll die in chains. Tear them, break!
You know happiness, you're lonely!
The freedom of happiness, and not love
In happiness and freedom is not love!

I cools, your prayer!
Love prayer hardly create.
Wilt hand, I administer the battle!
Wilt hands, I create!

etc