Текст песни Эволютивное расстройство - Салаир

Long, iron heresy
Distribute us all with steel boot
Protsing the heart of all our children
Burrying our brothers under their heel

Break rather lost souls
Let everyone give a face from fear
Make all of us to dry our throat
Let the near closen feed feeds lead

Having a knife in our pools
Skalney our ears by the native land
Shooting nonsense on the outskirts of the night
And we find ourselves under the ash

I will breathe the smell of Gary
I will find on the clothes from blood traces
I'll throw off from the mountain of all God's creatures
And those who are afraid of their own fate