Текст песни Сруб - Гнев неведом

Bud garden in our souls
And sadness will burn down in the furnace .
It is the joy of the stench of dead
We breathe with you in the night .

Otpoet us pine forest
In the sky among the flocks of crows.
And on the far mountain cross
We were silent , he will deliver .

Dogulyaet his soul ,
Cables carry on all who are stupid .
Lose gut instinct ,
And the collapse of the old log house .

Anger is unknown ,
But walking trail
for thee
Fear and grief.
demimonde ,
At night delirium .
Sin is not terrible .
Anger is not guided .