WLVS - Острог - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We are bought for bread a piece, sell for paper sheet. Cheating, betrayal - what? No longer vice. I dug out that burns fire out of your names and goals, the day of the day was protected by my indestructible oss. It is not rock and not a dream, not a plaintive moan, freedom of a negative ringing. This is a pure sky, lights of dawn, there is no place here.

You will be given death, destined to plunge into darkness, I leave you all the caravals, I will have enough sinits in my hands.

Here it is hot, even without boiling water in batteries, in spite of all your I do not believe. Neither push, nor chains, I'm not expensive. I'm just alive. Everyone has its own ceiling, each of your own corner, I choose life, you leave all crimes, chamber, time.