Текст песни TRUST X - Погасшее солнце

Thousands of years in my native land
Voronov flock spinning.
Everyone here thinks only of himself,
They hide under the masks of their faces.

Money and fame have power here
Above the cowardly crowd.
Eternal values ​​trampled in the mud
Who rules our destiny?

And stars fall in the night sky
And beckon for themselves.
When the dying sun rises
Over the sinful crowd?
And illuminate gray faces with beams of light and love,
He will reveal his sacraments ...

In this world we come to understand something,
To comprehend something or lose everything.
But having walked the thorny path of Good,
Our soul is being cleansed.

In this world we come to understand something,
To comprehend something or lose everything.
But having walked the thorny path of Good,
Our soul is being cleansed.

How many souls defiled by rumors are here
Who will be their repentance?
Thousands of Fates Under the Domineering Hand
Collapse with a cry of despair!

How can we find our conscience
In the temple of lost truths ?!
How can we break the vicious circle,
Who will cleanse our souls?

And stars fall in the night sky
And beckon for themselves.
When the dying sun rises
Over the sinful crowd?
And illuminate gray faces with beams of light and love,
He will reveal his sacraments ...

In this world we come to understand something,
To comprehend something or lose everything.
But having walked the thorny path of Good,
Our soul is being cleansed.

In this world we come to understand something,
To comprehend something or lose everything.
But having walked the thorny path of Good,
Our soul is being cleansed.

In this world we come to understand something,
To comprehend something or lose everything.
But having walked the thorny path of Good,
Our soul is being cleansed.

In this world we come to understand something,
To comprehend something or lose everything.
But having walked the thorny path of Good,
Our soul is being cleansed.