Текст песни Идефикс - Больно, больно кусали

All this will end very soon,
This world is in vain to burst into fragments.
People will not people in search of shelter,
And somehow silly to keep books on the shelves.
Where to run? North or south?
Does it matter to you if the edge?
Pray with special trembling, feel the heat
I do not care anymore, but keep it.

It hurts to bite
Words were bullets.
We again between the worlds,
And there is nothing behind.

Frayed pages of the ledger,
If the last instance in this world.
Eddies, winds, storms subsided
I used to breathe a couple of miles.
The crown of creation, sprinkled with ground
Whines and regrets a tear.
Scary to imagine, even for a second,
That this is our future.

Our future ... our future ...

It hurts to bite
Words were bullets.
We again between the worlds,
And there is nothing behind.