Текст песни Старый склеп - Сломанные иглы

A new day is like death
The sun hurts our eyes
Nervously cheshem his wounds,
To hold on till the morning!
Outdo all suffering,
Nope stars in heaven
Go with the current of dirty
On the bloody sail!

We live in holes like snakes,
Die like one!
Crowded pus
With the empty talk!
The hour of your suffering
Just let your paradise again!
To die in a wet basement,
To take off the whole load!

Prospect in
A broken game
Again, sing their songs!
A broken game
Again, sing their songs!
A broken game
Again, sing their songs!
Broken Game

Filling his wounds
Rusty wastewater
Crowded bowl!
Death born game!
Do not let them on the old holes,
Blood volesh not back!
Do not look at the answer of death,
There you will not find it!

Prospect in

Break away from the sky to
And soul to touch the bottom,
Looking straight into the abyss,
Where embrace silence!
On the ground, leaving the wings,
Released from the weak hands!
And tormented song
Stop its mournful sound!