Текст песни My Autumn - Долбоебы без души

River Runs time
Her water rots.

Now, any value
It should be scraps of paper,
And on the ruins of faith
Erected a new monument.

All worship him.

Decided that the money all the power,
Ready for them in the mud pogryast.

Break me, bend for benefits
Break me, to sell family.

Is all this worth the paper?

I thought my life
All who were led
The brilliance of colored notes.

Where !? Who are they now !?
Who now need !?
People without a soul!

No confidence in them.

I open my eyes,
Not for me
This path.

No, you should not be allowed
Create idols
of the colored notes.

To be independent!