Текст песни Иван Гагин и гр. Карма - Оборотень

In cold, empty,
Broken, someone else
I climb late.
I change the light.
In the soul of confusion present.
The moon will explode in the windows.
I sneak closer, closer.
Already I hear breathing.
My eyes water.
And remember, there were years.
I vomited and rushed the gods.
It changes the time for me.

I hate prestige.
I hate comfort.
But for some reason, as I do,
All howling angrily waiting
When the moon is going to explode.
When it spilled their blood.
What will happen to you then?
And with faith in your love.
When you shed blood.
What will happen to you then?
What is faith in love?
When the moon is going to explode.

In cold, empty,
Broken, someone else.
I climb into the window.
In running your nerves.
I have been and will be the first
On the last day for you.
You do not come in handy
Like me tease.
Your fear turns me on.
What are you miserable.
Killing you is not difficult.
Take the death ... Ah! ..

I hate prestige.
I hate comfort.
But for some reason, as I do,
All howling angrily waiting
When the moon is going to explode.
When it spilled their blood.
What will happen to you then?
And with faith in your love.
When you shed blood.
What will happen to you then?
What is faith in love?
When the moon is going to explode.

In cold, empty,
Broken, someone else's life.