Текст песни Неизвестен - В кривых зеркалах

Verse 1:

To the smell of war and torn by grief
The vultures of sorrow flew together.
They are attracted not by pity or compassion,
A rating of onlookers and delight.
For merrymaking "food" and for rumors
Carried by the riders of lies
The truth is in their hands, like a prostitute,
For money goes to knives.

Pre-chorus:

Old lies are replaced by lies
Yoke on knives and new reins

Chorus:

Beggar souls
They climb out of the skin.
Water is pouring
From empty to empty.
The truth is one
But someone's more expensive.

Verse 2:

The world turns into a vicious show
And stuck in crooked mirrors.
Fates are broken in exquisite shots,
Crying out, they burn in fires.
A sensation is breaking into your little home
To bring in the dirt from the backstage.
In this field, the shepherd protects his flock,
Threatening standards of thoughts.