Текст песни Мартиэль - Видящим беспредельность

Black wind beats against the windowpane,
As if in a dispute earth and sky.
City roads snare hands
After flying in night trains ...
We were not lucky with the fate -
Why should it ironic gift:
See where others are blind,
Unable to believe his eyes?

He writes his code of laws
In our souls fiery pain
The world we want,
As the need for firewood furnace.
We will not be in the list of saints,
We do not pay reciprocal love,
Only for the fact that the sacrificial blood
At the altar the words poured out.

But there is no echo of the words,
As the blood absorbs stone
And otrinuvshego sacrifice peace
Threatened dumb as a whip ...
Black wind beats against the windowpane
And methane in the stove flame
Like a crying tears of stupid
On trees burnt in it.