Текст песни Navee - Голодные игры

For victory, or pain
We're running in circles on a long journey -
He is one. Hunger and whip our lives
As we go through the game for a moment. (X2)

I could tell you a couple of sentences in person.
Turning to the sleeves and giving free rein to the kulaks
We checked out who is right in this parable has become.
But the problem here is one: the one I see the enemy
My only only in words - it is comical.
Sam stuffed his songs "dirt" as a feature
h1gh now.
You "rebel"? In fact oprichnik.
Your head is empty it weekly king is looking for.
But no one will find - I give you my word,
Here everyone is running their heels, because the edge of the Bolton.
You skiff pronto, and let someone shouts
Your name is loud, you diminished ambition.
You and I play a game one
Under the name of "hunger here"
And to win you have to be a widow Hornvud
Eat your fingers.

Chorus (x2)

Your thoughts crow my locks stoked
After all, you have recently learned that your weak warrior language
And the truth will at once, just a whiff of blood
All that you do not remember it in the colors ready to talk.
And I do not care who raped and killed his carrier. Drank
or honey lips gave dewdrops. Whether visiting pocket Alien
the hand of the Dodgers, or a flurry of luxurious life - bon vivant -
I sought to convey to the ladies.
All this in the past, and now meet the pain carnival.
And this massacre, I was happy, and sang those steel mouth
Where Bolton went into the excitement of the opponent hour tired
Knives sharpened match for, and the skin is peeled off just like before.
Your escape me upset the order. And me now
will start up after a sweet dog. Blind, weakling
forest - your downfall, you're gone. Or your enemy is hungry,
or hound grin.