Текст песни I.Witness - Сломанные Игрушки

Instead favorite hands thrown at the entrances
In the absence of good books with a run driven into a reality
Still immature rage, but still baby-faced
Do not give answers to many questions - time to find them yourself
How much is this life?
Where a measure of justice?
What is their strength, and what is our fault?
I know, I feel, but I can not say.
I continue to ask
I continue to ask
After ten years, although they have no more than a memory
But every time when I see the broken toys on the pavement
I continue to ask
I keep asking myself
I keep asking myself
Is it worse than those bastards
In which everything was and immediately
Such scum like you and me
It is unlikely that you can give me an answer
Why do I still feel ashamed
I am ashamed to look them in the eye
Look who's talking about justice
Who would not dream of it to realize
WHEN YOU SHE Framed knife to her throat in an empty alley
AGGRESSION
Not even for the sake of revenge
Do not scratch
Although they blame
Look who's talking about justice
Who would not dream of it to realize
WHEN YOU SHE Framed knife to her throat in an empty alley
AGGRESSION
Not even for the sake of revenge
Do not scratch
Although they blame
I kept asking
I kept asking
I kept asking myself
I kept asking
I kept asking
I kept asking myself