Текст песни Максим Демах - Быть злей

Believe me - we do not go back
past - black spots
faces mixed in a glass
Who are all these people and whose back is
measured off his way to a half
I can not understand who we are

wake up in smoke
a thousand years
to be alone
be fiercely

foreign cities
on burnt ground
nobody wait
be fiercely

again for us on the trail of the dog
All the signs lead us to nigredo
where phones do not catch
but I know that everything is not in vain
I saw death medicine
I remember every word

wake up in smoke
a thousand years
to be alone
be fiercely

foreign cities
on burnt ground
nobody wait
be fiercely

in a bed of grass
cooled in the ash
stay alive
be fiercely