Текст песни Solar - На Рассвете

Every day, making your way through the flames through the ice,
The first ray of the sun in his hand he carries.
In the twilight world of the night, surrounded by people,
With it comes hope that there will be a new day.

Chorus:
But once the sun go down,
Flour will increase a hundredfold.
What day brings only pain,
He will not forget, they do not forgive.

Load losses melts the morning.
Reflections of the tears - just a game.
Happiness is, if you have,
The blood of the executioners, and the blood of the saints.

Every day, making your way through the meal, through the pain,
He comes, but does not bring happiness for themselves.
Once again plagued by doubts again desire to quit everything
Only in eternal rest, he will not find salvation.

Chorus.