Текст песни Мать Тереза - Иуда

There will be no home, there will be will, let me go.
Scorched by the sun, fields emanating with salt.
Find a piece of amber and burn it into oblivion smoke.
To be a fool in the ashes is my only destiny.
To be constantly on the sidelines, to remain a shadow between bodies.
Morning will come. You will wake up, get up on the right foot.
And suddenly the phone will ring. Judas, are you?