Текст песни Норма Псевдоразума - Грех

Oh, woe is me, the soul with a lot of sins,
I got lost in the vice sweets!
But what attracts this nectar of the fathers,
Stolen from the garden of the human fate.

Ancestors gave you the knowledge of freedom.
On that same spend centuries later?
Look and learn, love, produce waste,
Intertwining same memory thread in silk.

Do not think, do not regret the past.
Forget and throw morality to the head.
Honor drown, you're in a potion vomiting,
With each day of the dark crystal soul.

Stop, I beg you to come back
And look back at my life!
Dream, and strive to change!
While I was lonely wolf howling ...

© Norma Psevdorazuma