Текст песни Kith Moinofyo - На закате демократии

At sunset democracy
Appeal to the Mother of God
Appreciated, but a few,
Condemned, but not understood.

Does not come to you, bipedal,
The fact that we are almost helpless?

Supostatikov against authority,
Desecrate democracy
Went into battle unequal girls,
As the wind goes to the mill.

In irons, but to pay homage to the king?
In justice can not believe ...

But in the prison of the soul does not rot,
Though run as Blade.
And a prayer against the demon
Measure was useful to

Once again demonstrate
Us it authority to iron.

Well, we are silent and you think:
& Quot; will understand the opposition & quot ;,
And even afraid to say out loud,
What we are against these principles,

Which dirty money power
Makes on her knees mouth.

And someone is like.
And the walls we hide the face.
Otpahat their dvenadetsat,
Yes, we probably would get drunk.

Do not you tired of so
In the hearts of die knights

I look more painful than in the mirror,
At sunset, democracy,
(There I see a lonely).
Sky with the sun somewhere hidden.

Soon there will be also with other,
And until it's your turn ...