Текст песни Clownsball - Проклятый город

The hour came, darkness everywhere,
Look around you, call gushes over the edge.
Truth no sloshnaya lie
Call has its theme,
The truth is the truth of this as a throat knife!
Every day, day after day,
We see these faces, see this Strøm ..
Our town has covered the darkness,
We hate it, and burn it to the ground!

Chorus:
Cursed city that proshodit?
We roll into the abyss.
Dirty markets
Streets, lumps,
Like all Jam!

The hour has come, death is not sleeping,
There is no strength to get up, there is no force to disperse
My city, the city stench,
Brothers, grab it!
And let burn in hell!
Truth is not a lot of lies,
I am ready to rise again, jump over height
Against us corrupt law
We must be united!
Our freedom - a bet on the line.

Chorus.