Текст песни Have To Say - Грязь

Every year, dimmer light,
All the more difficult to find something for which you can give yourself irrevocably.
And to his neck in mud, we drown each other deeper,
Not wanting to see his hands, he could save us.
Build hundreds of borders to them fall down.
And the taste of all blemish dearer every day,
As if getting used to the pain, inside with a bear.
What our children will be the time left to us?
All of this dirt in the blood of each, all this dirt.
The thirst for meaning, hunger sincerity.
Things that we filled, were empty.
The thirst for heat, cold hearts.
A world where the throne of the golden calf.
Squeezing the finger all holy,
We rush into the mud, dirt!
all holy
We throw in the mud, dirt!
We rush into the mud, dirt!