I am inhaling with my lungs
The air, exhaling atmosphere.
I am a child of the shit-world
Whose voices you can clearly hear.
I am a tolerance’ reflection
What public avidly desires,
An image of the generation
What it so stupidly admires.
The buildings’ bases wise mankind
Has hidden in the depths of Terra
And golden crosses of church’s domes
Are mere the echo of the era.
There is no doubt that we are one
Cause everybody has one label.
We’re brothers. Our carnal God
Will masturbate for us new fables.
Перевод раннего
2013