Текст песни Porvata Tripper - Карма

Someone was born to be afraid
Well-fed peace is more important to someone
Someone lives on meaningless meat
Do you know who you are?

Suddenly everything collapses, the earth runs from under our feet;
Your personal Armageddon, your own Ragnarok;
And in the midst of passions, among the friendly backs,
In the arms of rusty chains you are left alone.

The past is lived, eternity is tired
The suits are mixed in the city of cards
Everything that held was scattered -
Follow your happiness!

Born a warrior - work off your karma!
Born a warrior - work off your karma!
Born a warrior - work off your karma!
Born a warrior - die a hero.