Текст песни Чёрный принц - Отчаянье. - Начало десятилетней зимы

Who will bandage your cuts? Who will patch the holes in the souls?
The right of the great is to brand with iron. The fate of the faceless is to be silent and listen.
Winters are getting longer, there are none like them in this world.
Adults are slowly numb, which means that children will stand up to arms.

The wind is meaner than honed steel. Snow bogged down under the feet.
Children have not yet learned death. Death is something from the world of fairy tales.
Fear and panic are ruled by cold. Glass trembles under the pressure of a cold.
Children go around the city patrol. They do not need a world outside.

Children walk barefoot on the stone. Prickly air - do not breathe.
Anyone who does not close the shutters at night leaves no chance.
Time to sculpt a hero. Time to crush the basics.
Children go doomed, as if on a new crusade.

God save us from all ills! Vain prayers on the deathbed.
Bitter tidings fly overseas: there is no help and no hope either.
Who expects the end tiredly, who clogs deeper into the holes.
Rats run from their basements, only the rats will not let the city go.

God save us from our destinies! This winter is neither the end nor the edge.
Every night people freeze, just lie down and die.
Before the eyes - the bodies of the crucified, the moan of the dead tears apart the ears.
Children take an oath so that no one dares to break.

The kids are coming. I carry their banner. I give them warmth to the last.
Let the flame ignite from the spark, anticipating the end of an era ...

If the madness is black, if trouble sets the net
If parents fell into a coma, it means that children will take to the streets