Marshak - Нет никаких нас - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There are no us, there is our lies that inspires hearts,

cunning hypocrites wandering ruffle, we

for the sake of a drunken fight, chose chose as a friend, so that the poetry of the faceless Creator

From the genus I am brought by snakes, unrestrained wave of violence.

On the streets that poisoned us by longing, sad children, met maybe once we.

A completely different, from the dark, breaking with the rage of vandal.

in the movement of fatal mass, the rebels of bitterness memories will be revenge

Liberated in the fire of the native passing pit.

fighting with an impregnable emptiness of the comfort of abandoned apartments,

as an unloved son in the cappon of death,

sobbing in the arms of the father, such warm and strong, we are given a rare opportunity to make a full breath, Nadev, humoring a muzzle and a kissed hand with a dangerous scoping of animals

Takes us in a rusty womb of the cell,

He who for evil will reward love