Текст песни Коса - Брызгами Безразличья

Scythe Splashes of Indifference

faith for the flock
power for shepherds
if healed
don't try to fall

you won't have to chew
you just swallow
there is an additive
who can wait
first trace
last trail
pride for the weak
great deeds

Meryl wisdom
long wrinkles
burn your eyes
oh darkness of the soul

what kind of fear
called god
hopes to confusion
on whom did it lay

crush your heart
no place for saints
i will give you more
than they can

travel distance

measure not with time
I counted everything
their achievements

snatches of sleep
lumps of thought
through the rods of consciousness
inertia of life

disturb the balance
explode the silence
there is no sense in life
for death I give

straight line
write through your veins
Multi-Lane
the end is one.