Текст песни BEATDOWN HEROES - Хранители

The hero is only crazy
Wearing a mask
The one who lives in hell
Haunts

The one whose face
Stuck to fabric forever
Whose life is mired in faith in justice
And liters of pus

And it's sickening to swarm all the gray mass in the mud
What is proudly called people - in fact, dirt

But the new god knows that everything is in vain
The conflict will be resolved by a bomb explosion
Machine-gun belt movement

And the mask doesn't give
No fame, no wealth
Just bile, a spit in the face
And in the sticky blood of my hand

And justice is not the gloss of the news
And the crunch of bones
The world of people groans in the gutters

World of people
The world of people groans

After all, justice is not the stupidity of worldly ideas
The human world is dying in the gutters

The hero is just a psycho
Which, through pain and fear
Ready to clean the streets
Just a jester in your eyes

A handful of unnecessary vulgar higher ideas
Reveals the hematomas of the human world