Текст песни Sculptor - The Grief is Dumb

He explained everything you own,
After all, your on your hand.
Silently go and shine,
Feelings Somni, incinerate them.
The sun and the rain, cold and shivering
Turn away from the people: to substitute them under the knife!
Their words are lying, and they look stupid
But the blood is one - gepatitova ...

"How to dig ditches and rivers?
So it is impossible to survive - hurt.
Plague between your hands crawling, bitch.
But nobody Bole not bring me malice "

Sadness dumb!
He played in one - do not fit into sotsioblef.
Five weeks in prison - five relics mouth
He spat in the flat vengeance on their streets bottom.
Sadness dumb! And he blows off her anger.
Five fingers - he draws again the eternal dawn.
Sadness dumb! This stronghold for hateful.
All empty his coffin in the dock ...

Sadness dumb!
The face is thin ...

Grief is mute,
And the last words of pity.
Their cries let the wind crumbles
Mother existential!
Shawl between him and the worlds covered
The patient silhouette crawling under lights.

Grail, the one of the last.
"The last of the last, the last of those first."

Mumble, he said palm gently says "live"
And die ... "gradually. In the eyes of the pale soulless. "

"... Ego of bad weather.
I made of the curses
Freedom of Mercy
Cut all in vain.
In the area of ​​uprisings
A no claims,
As anger without multiple targets -
Hate clean.
Fistful of destruction
Of the internal beliefs. "