Текст песни ЛОБО - Третий Рим

Crying, sad
For God is the hill,
And the tears roll,
Falling at his feet.
Children naughty,
Forgotten in a moment,
What are they toys
Available, stupid!

Unworthy, careless,
So careless and so gullible!
Force dropped to impotence
And melted like candle ...

As it turns out,
Know not taught
Unselfishness of their children -
Not strong enough.
He gave similar body,
Yes, did not save
Soul of the animal
Evil, evil ...

What Life Death ruthlessly trampling,
They promised sin idyll ...
In the hands of the weak - the shield of lawlessness,
The strong hands - the sword of violence ...

Greedy to luxury,
Swimming in the mud,
fingers worn
For fat baptized.
Temples built near
In gold, silks,
The congregation goes naked
The famine, hunger ...

For whom these lands plowing?
For some, it was a clear sky?
For some of these sweet waters?
To what are you fallen low! ..