Текст песни КонтрКультура - эдельвейс

Due to the lattice of the boy in striped pajamas
I looks straight into my eyes and the explosions rose over us
The years have passed, but his look tightly crashed into memory
Winner on the question "Why?" Only breed hands
written by feathers on the bodies of dead trees
no secure totalitarian ideas
I put together the text of my inner Goebbels
Nuremberg Process, Edelweiss Pirates

Inglorious bastards will not be able to become a little heroes
I grew up in truth that the descendants someday with ease will be called a lie
Ecstasy from knowledge will change frustration from disappointment
Narrative will be perceived and perceived as a given, but no matter how it is - it will not be
like france resistances as a school football team,
How to go in the summer of violating kinism and the Sophism of the Church
How in the era post-truth to rush in words about faith, instrumental ethics
When you already burn so many years in a fire from doubt

This is completely different times and other standards.
At the site of ideals, the Simulacre-Standard
Here, all the rises for the fallen
Torture political, although they do not harm in the furnaces, but
We are moving forward on the ring back
After all, the story is not repeated, experienceing again
This Holocaust is not tied to nationality
In the eyes of the cop I will never find compassion

Due to the lattice of the boy in striped pajamas
I looks straight into my eyes and the explosions rose over us
The years have passed, but his look tightly crashed into memory
Winner on the question "Why?" Only breed hands
written by feathers on the bodies of dead trees
no secure totalitarian ideas
I put together the text of my inner Goebbels
Nuremberg Process, Edelweiss Pirates