Текст песни 8floor - Под одеялом

I do not know, this is my way
Blinded by someone's night lights Miami
We were so afraid to get lost the midst of silver
That in twenty years managed to lose herself
On chains here nations five
Ready to break into a moment and sip to break each other
Here is the dust of my great-grandfather brought my city
Once the great we turned into the marauders
You talk from here to the game to give and
Healthy brother mines and whore
Any other country will be very useful.
But in chocolate, earlier grew in shit
There is no brain apparently so
If all of our victories covered darkness
And that's all behind the window I was shrouded
Where do you run? Who do you need there?

When the world burst into half
And the bloody flag already fell on the floor
I remember (I know) how they died
Who with weapons in the hands of who under a flip blanket

Oil burns, leaving only black
The graves of loved ones and questions could you?
And what tried to fight or escape
Choose, because your soul
And then there will be no option convenient for you.
We lost everything, but not irrevocably
Your land here, the joy of troubles passed
Just aware of a person without a homeland
How much when it will begin here
Able to beat until the end for the place under the sun
And how much in another lost country
In the pocket will find thirty silver coins
Alas we guess on the coffee grounds
So far, our land becomes fringe trophies
And faith, friendship, hopes images ideas
Don't get born in the heads of those who fly out beyond