Текст песни Optimus Prime - Клеймо Нансена

Stamp Nansen

The contours of the body
Do not draw on the pavement,
Shots death
Replace each other ...

With this ship
Do not go ashore ...

He left the family, leaving the love
Forever ... On the other side of life ...
Knocking on the door, look for the night
In troubled times bescmyslenno ...

"Where I was living the dream,
The cozy house burned to the ground,
Left dreams left you
I was able to run away, and you could not ...
Your voice, your way
I remember, I remember ...
Your voice
I remember ...

My star fell down-
Please, squeeze his hand,
This desire never sbytsya-
How not to see all of you ...

The war banished from their native land,
The concentration camp for the living dead,
Around only hunger, anger, enemies
And tenacious hands of police shackles ...

Nobody wants here-
Man of the third grade,
State impatiently waiting
When I'll die ...

Spit in my face!
Throw a stone at me!
I did not answer,
I-disenfranchised creature! "

At this point
Maybe everyone
We are just toys
The blood ispachkanyh hands!