Текст песни Вишнёвая - Железные. Меч

You know, my sword is not designed to protect,
And for the war.
I do not carry a greater shield
And mail.
You know, I counted every stroke because,
And it is not necessary
Chains banal boring life,
My dear friend.
You know, a little swarthy body injury
How many are there?
The forehead of attack, and in the melee, I -
Worse than not.
I hate shadow of a doubt,
Wicked revenge.
I hate that someone fighting,
He sees the light.
I am not a defender, not fallen. I'm a demon.
Fear me.
I'm worse than darkness. I do not regret, do not cry,
But ... I'm afraid?
The walls did not hold up. Walls
Let the fire.
All and want. I did not hide my eyes.
... It is not sadness.
You know, my sword is not designed to protect,
And for the war.
On your shoulders graying snow ...
... Takes all?
For your life can be forgotten -
No it a reasonable price.

... You know, I still give to the man,
which you save.