Текст песни Kith Moinofyo - Пистолеты, петли, плахи

Pistols, hinges, slaughterhouse
Take away our life.
If everything is a foregone conclusion,
Why do we land gnawed?

What crawled through puddles
And they fought among themselves,
If we finally
Will lead to the slaughter of all-boy?

And there will be more of the sky,
This abyss blue,
Before our eyes.
It's more than sad ...

dead cities
Barely alive country.
Torn wire -
Vienna slashed.

Inside - the ribs stone
It hurts, but we are getting used.
Indifference - now
In the reflection of the mirror.

We have too long been in power.
Fragile our souls, like plastic.
We began the enemies of the Red forces,
Accidents rocks the crowd.

Bands on the veins - along.
The blood of broken fingers - pain.
On the lips bites - salt.
Wet my eyes ...

Tears poured down over the fate.
In my throat clamp.
Get out of the heart pain
Dare to go on living ...