Текст песни 5 Diez - СТК-500

Too slow to discern spots Ha white wall , yes, on the white wall , enemy generation , licking wounds , Long defeated, defeated long ago. Freedom! The white walls , plain sky gray idyll rot from the inside : you drink my blood , I do not eat your meat - always will be, so it was a long time. I choose freedom , the freedom to choose me. The man turns into a monster , forgetting that freedom - it's me.