Текст песни De CORE - Неси свой крест

Seconds wounded infantry
The rain let up to their ears in mud
Climb back dead a company
And that's really new in the way

There is a dumping ground for corpses
My counted seconds
Do not give up time -
Hurry , they will not run

So here I am a perpetual downpour
In the trenches of the wounded youngster
Fighting in vain trying the idea
And it all bitch overweening

It is a cunning enemy of the Earth
Beats me without a miss in the forehead
And the lost peace
He gives her face in my dreams !

Forgiveness beg sky
The heart does not give a chance
Carry your cross - now without light
Perhaps God will save you.