Текст песни Trueтень - Одни сыграли тут бандитов,а другие в ящик

Some have played here in the bandits and others in a box
And we have lived with the consciousness blurred in this
Freedom with its alluring smell
One led to a life-giving Cross

Hammered nails and smashed against the ground wall
Of the 12 apostles left 8
Forgotten commandments hoary old znahoy
Dad, open the blind eyes, they are tired of crying

We are tired of hearing that we should not
We have to dry bottomless ears with poison
I see someone here on the conscience of his crucified
Watch carefully - and that I was there

And someone close bursts out laughing fun
Someone is dancing to the accordion in the villages
We all were executed by their own fall into the abyss and
This is new, and someone but this is not news

(Chorus :)
I like this music chest pain
I'm here. I am alone. Oh, right lead.
We have so little common thought here.
Perhaps the truth lies ahead.

The smoke in the face of the moon in the sky whitish ring
Press the sand from time hours
Wait a minute. Stop the wheel.
Again the morning disturbs my sleep.

From the bottom of the well up exhausted look
We do not have to fall on their knees, no longer needed
There will come a time when we dissolve Quotes
And you went over the heads of carrion and Chava

Sparks flew up and someone cried
And someone laughed, impalement
The earth trembled from the bloody scintillation
As the water was created barefoot

Show me the way, I've lost
We are drowning in vices and suicide
Leaves are falling down, falling rapidly
Before the war, one sister was only a spark

The truth is far murky
We are dying for an idea and are rotting in the barracks
All anything, but themselves to blame
What we face the emptiness and void for us

(Chorus :)
I like this music chest pain
I'm here. I am alone. Oh, right lead.
We have so little common thought here.
Perhaps the truth lies ahead.

The smoke in the face of the moon in the sky whitish ring
Press the sand from time hours
Wait a minute. Stop the wheel.
Again the morning disturbs my sleep.

Slim:

People with sung prayer fell on the floor
People fell dead, fell carrion
They dug a pit to each other, they grow stronger shovel
Smoked incense censer burning lamps

In this twilight blurred word about conscience
Bawdy to tear pages and the story ends
Under the graves we dig and we will be saved is unlikely
The monks were hiding behind and face hidden

The strength of the collected fist collected Will
Someone laughed with joy, while others from grief
Among people terminally ill his role
Expands mask when blood oath

This entity in the manner of an hourglass,
Hundreds of strangers here and vote
I believe in yourself through the bass frequencies
That is because the native walls of concrete buildings

(Chorus :)
I like this music chest pain
I'm here. I am alone. Oh, right lead.
We have so little common thought here.
Perhaps the truth lies ahead.

The smoke in the face of the moon in the sky whitish ring
Press the sand from time hours
Wait a minute. Stop the wheel.
Again the morning disturbs my sleep.