Текст песни Мать Тереза - Фрески

You have survived and honor.
Tin on bestial lines.
Fear is abundant here, and fear turns to dust.
Here everyone deceived each other more than once or twice,
changing faces, the very structure, erasing names.
It just snapped, twitched, sobbed. And you are gone.
An empty spot was covered with dust.
And where, those who were happier than you?
When ancient frescoes crumbled
Where, those who were happier than you?