Текст песни THE WAR I WAGE - Самум

My peaceful sands, I hate water
And death am in the vast,
Do not encroach on my freedom,
I - evil and rage, and the element of controversy.

My tortured face- mask -
Flocked tears ash into the shadows of wrinkles,
Fire vetrov- questionable weasel
It enumerates the dreams of my grits.

I'm hot, hot winds argue,
But our arguments are not true is born ...
I have one, and do not feel sorry for yourself
And my way alone and independent.

All those who came to me without invitation,
I saw in horror krichali-
The merchant and a pauper, a fool and a genius
Pav before me of the death of a dream.

I ...- incident in anger is dangerous,
Whiten the bones in the scorched valleys
And rumor has it though I'm terrible,
Among the caravans on the roads longer.