Текст песни СОЮЗ СОЗИДАЮЩИХ - Дым

The smoke of the dead steppes
Chokes me silent
The Role of Blind Kings
Makes it clear that the fire was not in vain
To hell, we're rolling to hell
And we will not be saved here there is no rainbow
The smoke of the burning steppes makes it difficult to sleep
No loss count

R: stay alone
A wall will block the path
From damned pictures
The war is looking at us.

My blood red blood floods my eyes the taste of love on my lips.
The third year is war here
Everyone is against me and me against you.
Poverty is a serious vice
If you are poor in mind, stand in line and be silent
Cry saints without icons
They are measuring your time and I cannot be saved

R: inhale acrid smoke
A wall will block the path
From damned pictures
War is staring at us

Haze, viscous haze, but eyes will get used to it, and we will wait for dawn
You will ask, if not in vain, if in vain you will give a complete answer
Smoke interferes with breathing makes you leave and not believe that you were.
For the sake of death, saved, for the sake of fear, killed for the sake of laughter on the throne.