Текст песни grishakakdela - Аварийный сигнал

We are circling,
wind snowflakes.
We are responsible
for those who do not need them.
We are out of the sheath
we'll get the flowers
go and bury the saints,
because saints do not shine.

to the slaughter
Shredded head.
Inside, nothing good,
let the flock flies.

We do not need food,
since a sober mind - hungry.
And we clearly lacks
decent slap.

stoop
under the tonnage offense.
About them
recall
when we are on the court.
And the court, we oversleep -
because we are tired people forever.

Lamps faded out at the top of the head,
as well as ideas.
The darker,
the Eastern.
of thorns
woven wreath.
And the cross is planted
seedlings
germinating in the future war.

I'm seen
nuclei force.
Because I knew
that the novelty
the exercise will become a sin,
because everything is new - it is well forgotten old.