Текст песни Игорь Смирнов - О правде

Thousands of years all about one
Right Word Carat Fire
True writes ink blood
That the accuser flows through the grid lived.

Pistol for temple and throat knife
And so virtue has risen in a lie
Yes, and where the need for everyone hears
What you want to hear always.

If the truth was B Price
The people would drink from wine
Although Multicolia, but alone
Hound in the air.

Thousands of years all about one
The medium of ordinary rows is born Thunder.
True rings, really burns,
But without her the world will fall.

If the truth was B Price
The people would drink from wine
Although Multicolia, but alone
Hound in the air.