Текст песни ВОЛЧИЙ ВОЙ - Побеждая других побеждаешь себя

No sense in pain
Do not, do not look for
I thought we were heroes
Favoring swords
I could not live without warrior
Fucked without the end
Around everything is crawling blood,
but I myself searched

I thought with impatience
Everyone will put a cross on me
And I gave battle
That was my protest
I fought on a break
Not backing away
But happiness is not in that
So that the enemy was defeated

Strength gives rise to weakness
The old man will die a child will be born
Poverty gives birth greed
Defeating others win yourself

Equilibrium is but we are blind
Not seeing nor zgi burn dreams
Creating pain you will get in response
How not to twist so arranged our light

Strength gives rise to weakness
The old man will die a child will be born
Poverty gives birth greed
Defeating others win yourself