Текст песни Makita - Ранами болью ноющей

wounds aching pain
god replicated
how many is that we are alive ?
strange that still

storm on a part - pieces
themselves holes
tomorrow we will not remember
we dreamed so vividly

shouts destroying everything
to silence scratching
Yet something rejoicing
occasionally smile

in the future - destroyed
We believe in the subconscious
eyes staring into the distance , we
schurimsya wary