Текст песни Deni Mad - Осколки памяти

I knocked the legs about the fragments of gray memory
Killing the past where there is no way back.
Without afraid of death, I realized a lot.
Born Spirit Warrior Posyrats showed

That I will not be broken by the body of the scar.
The wind blows the fire. Thank you, Mom!
Seed generates sunrise, new life,
Blowing us, like paints, you hold on!

On the ruins of Rome built a new world.
Puli pierce the flesh as if hitting the shooting range.
Tattoos in memory, it is impossible to forget.
In a nutshell, do not tell, it is impossible to wash it.

Etc.:
Hundreds took about the fraternity - with me units.
Hundreds drowned in the glory and not to return.
Thousands tried to break: networks on the bottom.
Thousands gone to nowhere, finding your peace (x2)

The wind gave to touch the purity, heaven.
Where the darkness ends is another band.
Her eyes flashed and the pain of betrayal.
Drops on the images - I do not care now.

Life is put in text, they make sense.
Thought: I'll break like everything, but it turned out differently.
It makes no sense: who is higher, and who is lower.
For a beautiful face in the back someone breathes.

Gloomy
He drives everything in a circle, dividing equally.
And everything is still: Pu-er, typical bits.
Everything goes according to plan, brother, wound bandages.

Etc. (x2)