Текст песни Помутнение - Месть

Revenge

Revenge creates us and gives the point of living,
She is stronger than our words, it is impossible to kill it.

She as an arrow pierces the brain,
She is alive all living, even when already died.

She is striking the veins, she puts up in the flesh,
And I feel angry, I feel blood.

Your insignificant God is not worth these words in the sky
When all in the blood, but not a ditch.

And you will tell me that love will win?
But love is not that for which it is worth living.

Love is hatred, love is dirt,
And do not say that you are not so much scum!

© Lumbout, Pete