Текст песни Матвей Огулов - Другая боль

It's just another pain and other joys
It's just another blood without impurities
This is we holding hands by curse the prophecy
It's dust on the heavy path of loneliness

Confuse your soul, but be eternally understood
Break the shackles, but be eternally tied
On the knees falling not to pray, but the hands are tired
Dig up the graves, we are alive, but the fallen

And it does not matter why, hell for all the same
Just think we are tricking
And on the street rain, on the cheeks of the tears of children
Like scars from the wings of Cheruvim fallen

It's just the others we are too free
It's just again spring flew rapidly
These are naked children not noticed guards
In a wild field, seven-color flowers started ...