Текст песни Heavy Cheese - Зло

Perhaps there will be more time -
We will tear and tear harder
Blow up brains and sow the seed
In the ditches of the head. Shy

Weekdays turn into a holiday.
Wine, cigars or plastic?
And a must rider
Delivers a cross through the trenches.
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But gaining momentum
Stockroom fun. Rabble!
A fire burns in the window, where the whole prison
Flies in the night to blow up a trench.

A scarlet banner spreads across my forehead
A smile cuts your psycho's face.
O Seraphim! Come to their trenches,
Deliver them from the fate that you yourself judged.
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There was a flame without fires
Trenches full of shackles
There were people here, but not now.
Gone with the wind silk of loss

Wrapped around your necks
Forcing me to dig trenches
Where you all wished for dead
Between phlegmatic bloody flowers.