Текст песни Morphine Suffering - Мои Слова Станут Пулей

You can not help anyone
You yourself are looking for, the redemption
It has been my way, will not return
That moment - your deliverance
Who is empty inside, he look
Understand what your crime
To them, who are you? They do not care
And no pity for us!

Smelled of war, after the red moon
There will come a revelation
Who is friend and who is foe? In his hand a white flag
This is life for.
Whether it is just the last hero
Do not let them take away my thoughts!
There was one, his own master
Let the words become a bullet!

My words will by a bullet

Szhog all ashes, destroyed itself
He disappeared and stood alone.
Return all back through hell
Post a prophecy come true!
Hear my cry, at the last moment
And the body will be left suffering
Bound by fate, bloody struggle
Your place - my inspiration!

You can not help anyone
You yourself are looking for, the redemption
It has been my way, will not return
That moment - your deliverance
Who is empty inside, he look
Understand what your crime
To them, who are you? They do not care
And no pity for us!

Bullet lead zaley!
Hold the trigger and shot in the heart.
I know I'm not a saint
Word of his soul ... I have to hurt

Otavleny, thrown
fate worn
I know we can
Go till the end!
The force of my words
And it will become a grave
What life gave
Holy Land!
You're the one who needs them
Your fight deserved
With the victory of life
And faith in himself
Sinful beliefs
sweet temptation
But they do not understand
What eats you

Ways our chosen
Sores drenched
poison hiding
The essence of being
All bonds are broken
Tortured Soul
We do not need more than
To love and to suffer!
The words says it all
exulting delight
Wake up! After all, we do not know how to forgive ...