Текст песни Саграда - Внутри разбитой головы

But in real life there is no fair play, all of lawlessness:
The body had a knife or firearms.
And nobody cares about the things for which he died.
The cross on the grave and in the paper pile.
He understood something for a second before his death,
Spreading in flight towards the light of eternity,
Hearing someone else's speech is already on the verge of perception,
Seeing how lucky his cowardly friend.
Heard in Hell Judas in the lap of the evil one,
Pats on the head with his heavy hand in it.
And if animals jumped in the autumn park,
And we all went to - probably better to go with ...
Better to go with all the boards on the police! ..
But long nights in the camps I will dream
Those guys with the sectors and of the brigades.
Ave, Caesar, morituri te salutant!