Текст песни Morguenstern - Панацея

PANACEA

Who's all his life
Saves people
Will get tired one day
From previous ideas.
And the mind will want
Find a different meaning
Different from others
On a new path.

They didn’t appreciate
Won't be appreciated
What they lived for:
Save them, heal.
There are no soulless eyes
Not a shadow of good.
Break the oath
The time has come.

Chorus:
No cure
From indifference
From heartlessness.
The best
Of the medicines of variety -
Assigned to you
Euthanasia!

The hand will not tremble
And peace of mind
And the will is strong
And the heart is easy.
Silver thread
The scalpel will flash
And dissecting the flesh
Life will take.

Chorus:
No cure
From indifference
From heartlessness.
The best
Of the medicines of variety -
Assigned to you
Euthanasia!