Текст песни Самозванный - Ложь

False

Strange thoughts of longing smoke tobacco stores.
You do not believe that the trail runs,
What shouts so that you turn back ...
You are afraid of dreams, you take your eyes.
So the screamers of the strings are your thorn wreath!
You're almost that sorcerer - Skil's spells ...
Your magic circle does not erase anyone!
You are fighting the Spirit, you can't sing!

Half - in you, half - in a dream,
The rest is on fire! You sleep in the evening,
And in the morning you will die - here's another lie!

Joy will turn into pain, the pain will find their way.
You will be easy, you will start your flight,
You wish among the ocean from the stars ...
You have a madness bridge ahead!
So the screamers are of the strings of our continuing rope!
You're almost that sorcerer - ritual rite ...
Your victim to take in honor of the people and gods ...
How are you not crucified on the cross from the poems?

Half - in you, half - in a dream,
The rest is on fire! You sleep in the evening,
And in the morning you will die - here's another lie!
Here is another lie! Here is another lie!
Here is another lie!

Loss and verse :! Em! Hm! C! D!
Chorus :! AM! AM! D! D! H7! H7! EM! D! AM! AM! D! D! H7! H7!

May 7, 1997