Текст песни Minaret - Безумец

Madman ! The days of your miserable ,
And you're waiting for the life of love -
So better to hard labor in prison
An empty soul refreshed.

What would neither was the loss ,
Bring one his anguish
And do not run for a handful of gold
Humiliation to the lender .

From women's prying eyes
Tai mortal fear and trembling
And silsya as hog in the straw ,
From the blood of the heart to knock the knife .

The days of your miserable ,
The days of your miserable
Madman !
Thy days, thy days
Wretchedness !
The days of your miserable
Madman !