Текст песни Каже Обойма - Бисер

We are at risk of torture
We go forward, even after so many attempts
Alive, I feel the flames of veins
Against the wind with his head raised up

The truth is immortal, but the owner is rarely survives
Whose ashes scattered in the scorching wind
The game ends in unimaginable depths
Who I was wrong and chose stone as arguments
Molten lead faster than thought
Even the strongest kind there will certainly depend
Endless list headed by extremism
Show your white flag and throw these pearls to pigs
Another medal decorate circular cage
In exchange for someone's soul, who passed away
Spit on the strength of DNA molecules in the gun
The strength in the power of black gold in the speeches to the prayer service
Last fades from light armor
And the leper ego fail in hell
I wanted bread and circuses are waiting for you at the barrier
Do you believe the beast - kneel

The bitter truth is that not invented by us
Do not sharpen behind high walls
Where the Council Topcu feet
Among us and with us

Whoever was Manima was ringing coins
Carried away by the west wind
There where ... where the bright sunlight
Do not answer us

For a bluff - is punished with a whip
Every wrong move will be a lesson to me to continue
Here before you act
It was not zhituha - rigid stay honest
Together we define the lethal factor
Who is this show is without end and intermission
It did not matter whose Vienna, in fact
The judges pass sentence, spit on foreplay
Where we do not know and I myself do not map
As soon I began to overcome several yards
We would be saving up lamp to understand talent
It is important to not miss the time looking at the screen
Then build a springboard maneuver is not enough
Try not to tie the hands of enough rope
As a result, one and again come
Winners are not judged

We are at risk of torture
We go forward, even after so many attempts
Alive, I feel the flames of veins
Against the wind with his head raised up

Bitter truth that was invented not by us
Do not sharpen behind high walls
Where the Council Topcu feet
Among us and with us

Whoever was Manima was ringing coins
Carried away by the west wind
There ... where brighter sunlight
Do not answer us

Do not you know that the pen knife wounds more painful
Even one who is not afraid of fire
And alas preachers do not live forever
But faith in them forever.