Текст песни Люстры Чижевского - Напрастная жертва

Outside, time passes ... .
On a soul hurts
That he could not and did not have time ... .
His last make a move
In this jump evolution
His deliver checkmate
Black flags of the revolution,
Will my image crucified
I'm ready to climb on the block
If the moment of my death
Would ignite the fire and fury
Tu is in your souls asleep