Текст песни VandeЯ - Бью костью

Drops of cold sweat trickling out
I would like to spit on everything, but we can not.
Anyone who just tied, he is no longer a tenant -
In the black mire not hear knocking weak hearts.

Under the sky to slam the lid of the coffin of lead,
I still believe that the sun will rise for me,
When the blinding ray of silver wings touches,
From mёrtvenno - gray land come off forever.

Beau bone, feeling no pain,
Take the anger from his own blood
Hoarse, hoping to return with a vengeance
Famously, paved a generous share.

Only in my veins no rotten water
Oh hot blood to happen to trouble,
Prior to happen to trouble, zavedet to the clouds,
I errors will not give his.

Under the sky to slam the lid of the coffin of lead,
I still believe that the sun will rise for me,
When the blinding ray of silver wings touches,
From mёrtvenno - gray land come off forever.