Текст песни Church of forgotten - день рождения грустный праздник

Birthday Sad Praznik
He brought with her misfortune
He brought pain and fear
and illness in other people's homes

Maybe someone will answer me
why everything is difficult hard
On this light

My cake, wine
their death, their blood
But fate is still
die again and again

I was born on this day
Millon died
I wash water
And their blood on the palms