Текст песни Атрика - Игра

When too hurt to breathe ,
Impotence is poured through his veins ,
Do not hide or run away,
Creeping fears shadow on the walls ;

Do not you dare fall down
In the hope of affection,
Among the false people
There are honest masks ;
The illusion of words ,
The greatness of a false ,
At the end of the scale
Their souls are negligible ,

Often it burns down
Flame fake smiles ,
We dance , blackening from evil ,
On the trails clearly unsteady ;

We again in the game,
And we are all just pawns ,
But in this fight
Do not stop and do not tarry ;

And the one who got the poison ,
Go to the bottom , disintegrating into dust ,
We have created a hell,
The fire was extinguished , the fear remained .