Текст песни MetalBlack - 117 - Бисер

So, the question is not whether - whether I deserve the world,
but that - if I was worthy of himself.
Not that I wanted to be an idol for him,
to the victim and carried gifts to my feet,

perhaps not - I'm just ready to be sun
that illuminates and gives warmth,
without requiring the return of peace nichego-
without delay, turn over the world.

As the Bible says when
zazhzhesh light in the darkness, it does not hide,
and lift upward to illuminate
the space around them. But then

what you see is better not to know.
And others might interfere -
those who gathered in the dark to snatch
that they are not in the light fitting.

What pigs they give for my beads
Why throw it in front of them, hoping
that, considering I find it
Himself worthy of me. I dont know,

how do I could be born here -
in the mud, in lies, misery and dust.
And very few people in this world worthy
at least know that I have it!