Текст песни Каракурт - Ракеты

On the back of his neck stand on end skin
Blood pulsing temples
Standing in front of the teeth Rocks
A lot of two days of wolf pack

Who silently, someone frowning
With bared fangs
And no longer remembering
As such, they have become

look
The sky rockets
Though he does not save us

Each other
Looking forward, we meekly
From fear to
hate

It is easy to be generous is a roof over your head
It is easy to be happy yet unscarred hand
It is easy to be cynical born in peacetime
It is easy to be free is not the barrel to his temple

News on TV
headlines
May your skies tomorrow
In shreds tear missiles

Streams of words and thoughts with wet hands
In offices all councilors so deputies
And not knowing what will happen with us tomorrow
Only in his eyes we

look
The sky rockets
Though he does not save us

Each other
Looking forward, we meekly
From fear to
hate