Текст песни Вэлхай - Очаг заражения

If the battle were right, I would disown him
Kick, would kill everyone here alive
Let's live with victory in this faithful porridge, kosher
Probably, I'm a rare thing that will do well here

I was born with a label, a focus of infection
Carried the infection and burned to the ground inside
I got the idea to develop this status
I won't get tired, there will be an unpleasant incident for you

And what will happen immediately? No one will guess
Like a one-year-old child that has little strength
There is no immunity, I did not help you with the infection
And you silently endured, counting the next days

After all, I once asked you, but you did not listen to me
And this is in vain, because they themselves kindled the hearth in me
And this craving did me good, definitely
Now I mean something, now I'm sure enough