WLVS - Под лязг плетей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The spaced walls of panel concentration camps instead of houses, hundreds of churches and broken foreheads, instead of air - smoke of burial bonfires. Under the ringing of seven bells, all voices scream in different languages and the letters froze in the eyes. There are exactly five of them. Is it not a collapse - under the clang of lashes to trample your dust? Is it not fear - a life that has become a throat in its own hands? Plunging further into the darkness, you will definitely remember how the wall, Nemei from the cold and closing with fear with your hands, your dream dutifully and timidly waited a click of the shutter of your AK. A salvo and a triple cheers, like death, bending over it, saying back: “From now on you are not alive, you can’t die.”