Текст песни 8 - Уже безумие крылом

Already madness wing

Already madness wing
Souls covered half
And gives fire wine
And beckons to the black valley.

And I realized that he
Should I give in to victory
Listening to his
Already as if someone else's delirium.

And will not allow anything
I carry it with me
(No matter how you beg him
And no matter how bother you pleading):

Not a son scary eyes -
Petrified misery
Not a day when a thunderstorm came,
Not an hour in prison

Not a nice cool hand
Neither are the shadows excited,
Nor distant light sound -
Words of last comfort.