Текст песни особые условия - Ловушка Времени

It pains me to see the dirty underside,
But then turn to fold.
We, resting, pull on the strap,
Although each step is a hundred times more difficult.

It depends on the oceans of the universe,
Blistering poisoned water.
I cast away the memories,
I am withering ... I do not need watering.

After millennia of our children
Our heads strewn with ashes.
For the world, wrapped in such networks,
What does not move his head.

Fight fire, eye for an eye, and the dust in the dust
Settles instead of the morning dew.
And the head lying on the scaffold,
He hears the whistle of rushing braids.

I hear the roar - the echo of Babylon
Timeline-like spiral.
As the inevitability of losing again is coming remorse Law and a new morality.

After the Millennium ancestors ancestors
We crown thorns crown.
And in imitation gladaniyu scraps,
Begin to build a web of a new home.