Текст песни Лоренц Станислав - ..43

While burning the house where the walls of the Ghetto
Shots, screams in the sky fumes and acrid taste of ashes
Angels of God are tired of taking the soul
Well, who is it? Someone from this better?
Justice has long resting on Crete,
I do not want to live ... in this monastery uzhastno
I would like to have, but just look at those
People have absorbed the earth, tears do not dry at all
The remaining and so much suffering
In their place would be a
They could have been any one of you,
if only it was ordered ...

And now, on-air missile
These are the last words of the dawn
Soon there will be only a handful of ashes
Another story of the bloody scene.

Many years have passed, and the dream is all a dream
The cries of mothers were louder police sirens
Bloody river stretch for turtles
A couple of years these people will fail
Until now, I wonder why?
At this point, God was still
Or is he just went somewhere
Seeing all this had no strength.
People manage defects
And a whole lot of sin
Not one sensible not need war

And now the moment of farewell
Few managed to publish one last cry
Disappear in a deafening explosion
Bright light and we are just a part of the dust ...