Текст песни Violent Coldness - Ростки

Meter by meter istaptyvaya land
Breaking free of plant stems
Feel between coal and ash
Bragging chalked
Ridiculous figure, my eyes are blind
Feel to touch the sky
I accept the caress of the wind
And so it went for hundreds of kilometers
Thinking who am i
What is my mission
Can I aggression? ...

Sprouts from the roots are below
But I know that their origin higher
It is now around their thousands
But tomorrow the Earth can become impoverished
Air and sand not consume food
"Empty" does not mean "cleaner"

I touched the wings, as it were leaves
As thoughts turned yellow and fell to low
But not because of the rotten greed
And to be close to the roots
Atonement return to the top
But in the end everything was different
Centuries passed, became important color
And again trample sprouts passers ...
I think again, who am i
What is my mission
I still aggression !!!