Текст песни Яро Козлова - Предателям не стоящим гроша

Whisk tears cold hand ,
What does not kill you, it will do more ,
And my heart is gradually freezes ,
And my mind goes into peace.

When I burn down my soul ?
Its wick , rocking nervously smoldering ,
And this is the essence of the world grows cold
Traitors are not worth a penny ...

No tears rising again to go to battle,
And in the evening Return the wounds ,
Price betrayal can not be any ,
And betrayal is not sold .

And how we used to maintain the absorption of tears ,
Liars do not trust our souls ,
And God, how I want to forget ,
Enemies , who were called the best friend ...