Текст песни T3R - Faces

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Seeing her go through convoy in crimson dawn
He saw the mask of fear when she disappeared in the gray crowd.
Wild hail of poisoned millions of butts,
Leaving footprints in the frozen ground
And nostalgia for yesterday's home blaze in a futile struggle.

Ideals were replaced between heaven and earth - it has become a little different.
We all go under God, and now did not know the way home.
Day and night, the sound of wheels, step to the east,
During interrogation, the interrogation, and with a trembling hand signature red linen,
Will re-broken, the flame of hope is extinguished -
Red blood runs cold.

I'm lonely and naked,
deprived of fire
Lilac polar gloom
Around me.

I trust the pale darkness
My poems
She hardly mind
My sins.

And bronchial tearing my cold,
And it reduces the mouth.
And drops of warm stones
And frozen sweat.

I say my poetry,
I have them scream,
But firs peaks so deaf -
Scared a little.