Текст песни ГРОТ - Самая главная битва

Thunder cannonades of battles
A moment of lumen, it is sharp and short,
I will rip off this collar
I will send planes for landing

Dissolve the generals, scouts,
I'll stop this fiery matinee
It makes me feel so much easier
No battles now, except internal

In this battle, which is the main thing,
What boils to death from childhood,
They step on me smoothly
ten thousand of my projections

Where to hit and with what weapon?
Measure here by what measurements?
If not people took the blockade,
For the first time I am surrounded by a mirror ...

In the quiet dusk of the ashen night
Fortresses with towers flashed inside me
The third hour I’m not sleeping, tossing and turning,
Defeating yourself yesterday.