Текст песни Теория - Конец боли

Delayed sky righteousness,
Blindness in the eyes retreat.
What is in my hands? Bred by shots
Crooked aiming, but hit in the groin.

Loneliness, eka prodigy.
Scoop the people, let them sift.
Each handful angrily torn,
Each eye pain, eyes narrowed.

Where is the end of pain?
Where is the end of pain?
Where is the end of pain?
Ah, what I have so
What we have so
What I have so ...
Destitute?

Stretch out your hands to the plant,
Where else is a fire loyalty.
Man betrayed you once,
Do not kiss the eyes of passers-by walls.

What spat at us, proudly drank!
But they fell in love sobbing.
Most believe so betrayed us,
Man is now a man full.

Where is the end of pain?
Where is the end of pain?
Where is the end of pain?
Ah, what I have so
What we have so
What I have so ...
Destitute?

What is good in the corners sniffs.
How many dreams at the hands of good,
The world's just a little evil fate,
Yes, and that is woven through us.