Текст песни Azgard - Будь Мужиком

Streams of happiness filled syringe
Another dose - and zimknetsya circle.
Blood boil - and so easy to fall up
On broken wings.
Star sky in empty eyes
And the chorus of angels choke
Desperate mothers cry
Somewhere down there

Sirens wailing, raced seconds
Fast racing in the dead of night
Dry lips purple.
Disappeared pulse.

Like a brand, a sign of weakness
Otyamsya schmuck! Any peasant bleat!
Sheep! Where is your will?
Not rozkysay! Any peasant bleat!
Life is given only once!
Get up from their knees! Any peasant bleat!
Any peasant bleat!
Any peasant bleat!

Fracture, withdrawal symptoms - fever.
Himself judge, psychosis and confusion.

From the past difficult to dissolve bridges.
In fists zhrebty will.
Time knows no pity, no wounds goito:
Old pain - sharp as a needle.

Again son- dream is to have.
In her eyes the bitter sadness.
- I will always be with you son
My grave though occasionally put them ....