Текст песни RusteD SuN - Пастырь Заблудших

1)
City of the Fallen, steeped in sin,
Resident of debauchery.
In lanes slip sticky fear,
But do you believe - will be rewarded and will reward.

Pity not ohladevshih eyes,
Shepherd lost.
Do not confuse your face in tears,
St. believe - a judge is selected only the best ...

Etc:
Chagall again in the arms of the city.
Wet streets groan from the cold.
Approaching the court ... and to hell with doubts,
When the hand shines the knife ...
You wash off the blood of all the sins of the city
Steel your colleague groans of hunger
Cold wave recede a doubt,
Once in hand blesnёt knife ...

2)
Dozens rescued, their blood is on your hands
Price for forgiveness.
It does not matter, they are in rags or in silks,
Their souls black hides doubts.

Cases of this mission will be reflected in the eyelids,
The reward for loyalty,
Way to tell their uneven lines,
Sacrificial inevitable path ... Your!