Текст песни Ioria - Depressive Surrealism

Once expelled brave
Sent to distant wanderings.
He wore a crown of thorns is not,
After all, he was not looking for excuses.

I remember, as if it was like this:
The crowd without self-awareness
Kichilas, raising his fist up,
Gordy at poverty.

Inverse each holding banner,
The value of his blows.
There is here every moment of the war
Under songs about love and peace.

I became deprived of sleep is now
The crowd was screaming voices
Fake under my ear
Without meaning and identity.

On all sides, I was crushed
Naked female bodies,
Urodlivnymi, dirty,
Stinks that the weight of wandering.

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Come, Walpurgis Night!
Arrange the bloody orgy us!
Illusion is not overcome,
Yielding to your sweet charms.

So thousands of crazy witch
Productivity same incubator!
Despair will cover all
It will come to power again dictator.

His terror is not the end,
As a mass suicide.
Bears in the chaos of the crowd,
Subordinating surrealism.

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Do not dig the graves of the dead -
Everywhere the stench of corpses izgnivshih
Yes requiem for the living,
Those who have not gone mad.

Shrouded in black halo
The whole world. It makes no sense to fight over.
But I went through the whole war
I do not want to stay here!

Once expelled brave
Everything went on their wanderings.
He kept the mind. Me not.
He - alive. I - in the throes of dying.