Текст песни AR-HATA - Я не первый, Я не последний

Gray days - a silent movie
Visuals imprint on the fundus
Did no one see?
Is everything still?
And through the thickness of the persons
On the days the surface
Your scream inaudible
Your fucking riot quickly extinguish
The match got wet
I you he she
And I'm not the first
You, he, she
And not the last
Try simply dissolving touch the bottom ...
there are moments
Like a minute eternity
Any finite object
tragic
At such moments, common
Washed mud facial
Slaves down
Will help you from heaven
400 years
adherent with their feet
like roots
to the ground
Waiting for a miracle, of Paradise, the mercy of God, the King
Anyone
But not only himself
And here it is a new era
Our entire system
arrange auction
Will expenditures from the tray
Under general animal moan
All released at half price!
As these verses,
like a bullet shots from the trunks of the oral cavity
The gray days of the infinite number of days
The thirst for freedom ...