На Выжженной Земле - Бесы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

They like the leaves in November are circling, fly to MGLU. Like smoke burned villages that black dawn paints. In dust, Gary and Oil dies, the forest is killed, in captivity envy and bow us a horned demon. Demons! Demons! Demons! On the streets and squares! Demons! Demons! Demons! flashed sparkling in the eyes. The shine of yellow-skinned smile in silence framed darkness, squeezed, mocking look froze on you. Drugs, power, money, alcohol. Fathers lead children, lead to slaughter. The expense of the return road to hell was not very long, those who did not want to be silent, the mouths scored clay. You must always remember about the death fear of your soul, about how many hands and paws are dreaming of a throat to scatter her. Demons! Demons! Demons! On the streets and squares! Demons! Demons! Demons! flashed sparkling in the eyes.