Текст песни la belle verte - царство совести

A mansion filled with the stench of sweet words,
And the palaces are gilded from marble with mud.
Selling rot of promises
We are being doused with joyfully utterly honest liars.
And we, living in concrete dullness,
In the standard bustle of roads, apartments and floors,
We eat rot and dirt, and rejoice in sweetness,
To a beautiful fairy tale, lies of fetid kings.
Once the dirty kings in the chambers will fall,
Other swamp lords will take their places.
While we sleep, naively enjoying the filth,
Do not change the cycle of lies.
Until there is honesty in our actions,
We are no better than those sitting in palaces.
And only then will the kingdom of conscience come to us,
When love really takes root in business.