Текст песни БеZпеSka - Предательство

Whisper night at sunset
Voice of the times in the head
On the razor's edge as children
feet on this earth
Back knives feeling
detonated mines the soul
and no longer have to forgive
impotence to hide in the wilderness
escape from the treacherous views
escape from the walking problems
the gates of hell for the Forgotten
away from the stupid system

erasing all facets of reason
for the souls of men barefoot
and whatever it was scary
find your lost home
Reality is complex maze
and like the light in the distance
but it is no longer possible to believe
better to just stand at an impasse

two steps up to the sharp edge
Two Steps to a strange dream
and not forgetting the past
hand reach the stars
a song in the heart of hearing
tearing it into pieces
and quietly as a mouse
escape from absurd anguish
nerves already napredele
and weakness flowing brook
happiness is no longer believing
find your lost $ house.