Текст песни Pray The Martyr - Пепел

We - the ashes of multiple revolutions
It has long been known to all that ash is no longer lit ...

He is unable to support his family,
But knows how to save their country from destruction ...
Someone dark-skinned person physician
Prevents life to save a child & quot; higher & quot; race
Someone easier to live in the mud and denial,
Than to undermine the ground have not washed ass

Silent see
Screaming sleep
Seek and obryaschesh,
But will glad? ..

The abundance of Mass Infections
Does not produce sensible thoughts in the minds of
In screens - face moral police officers
In fact, scum, but a bright angel in words.
One shouts neprodazhnosti hardcore
Dressed entirely in the latest collection.
Another is the guardian of the nation's stadiums
And beats the children for the prevention of & quot; expansion & quot;

At all times, the hope of tomorrow are those who are young,
In whose hearts can still slip through the spark lights the fire of change for the better.
Strengths of the world have done everything to, Zagora, we set fire to himself only,
Burned to the ground. And it is already impossible to light ash ...