Текст песни Exored - Лица И Маски

I could fall in battle cruel,
Blessed be at the edge of the distant ,
Or die of Saint Flour ,
But God knows, burning with boredom !

Just pretend ! Our age is as follows.
Decent became stingy words
Theaters cause pain !
And so all day play a role !

To nurture the life of us actors .
Although from the street to the stage releases .
Christ alone for ten looters ,
Hamlet from hundreds choose .

In the era of knowledge and science,
What occurred too long ago ,
We have them cooled down . Mrёm boredom .
We understand the genius is not meant to be.

#exored author : Nikolai Zarubin