Текст песни Серый День - Империя

In this country, that herself is not to serpentine potions,
In these expanses with a spiner of Being,
All forgotten and everything is argued after a hangover,
That's why I am today and not before cheerful.

In these latitudes, where the edge of us was white, white,
Wind inflated, and the north will give us dark days,
And everything is allowed to us, and they want, they do,
That is why in my head my black thoughts alone.

In this country, that is not yet tired, neither wait nor hope
In this forgotten and god and the bloody mixture,
No providence, and for the best tomorrow I can not believe it
That's why my Song of Light Rus is sad.